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The best part of winter break, to Kimi, was the shared time with his mate.
Kimi loved racing, he loved feeling the grip of the tires on the track and the raw speed coursing through his veins during a grand prix. But with racing came busy schedules and an utter lack of free time.
Kimi’s only hope was that with his second season, he and Ollie would no longer be the talk of the town and could go back to existing in their own comforting bubble. Kimi didn’t have enough hands to count the number of days during break where he had fallen asleep in Ollie’s nest one night and not gotten up until he once again slept in the nest the following night.
It helped that after their mating and honeymoon, Ollie had gotten fussy. Needy, even. He had very quickly moved his things into Kimi’s San Marino apartment, and once the omega felt everything was safe and settled, Ollie got to work building his nest and practically trapping Kimi in it. If neither of them were busy, Ollie would have his alpha pinned down in the pile of blankets and clothing, scenting Kimi to oblivion while he trilled in delight.
And it wasn’t just about keeping Kimi to himself in his nest, Ollie found ways to be greedy all the time.
When moving his things from Monaco to San Marino, he carried a few boxes in, but most were handled by Kimi. And while hauling boxes in, during a small rest break, Kimi was wiping the sweat from his brow when he felt the shock of Ollie’s much colder palms press beneath his shirt against his abs. He chuckled in response, reaching back to card a sweaty hand through Ollie’s hair as the omega purred and pressed his nose into Kimi’s scent gland.
“It’s hot out today.” Ollie commented lazily, attempting to use his words as a distraction from how he was slowly pulling Kimi’s shirt up and off his body.
Kimi finally noticed and swatted Ollie’s hands down, getting a whine in response from his omega. “Trying to be naughty, orsetto?”
“Just thought my alpha would look good without his shirt on.” Ollie grinned, and Kimi could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re gonna say no to me?” He pouted, and Kimi knew that he would never have the guts to deny his omega.
Safe to say, Ollie got a very good show of his mate’s sweaty physique that afternoon, his purring growing in volume every time he got a sight of Kimi’s back muscles moving beneath his skin.
Just within the first month of break, Kimi could count with one hand how many times he had worn a shirt when they didn’t have plans.
(It helped that Kimi had a vice too. Ollie wasn’t a huge fan of wearing pants to bed or around the house in the morning. Kimi used the time to admire Ollie’s strong legs, thick thighs, shapely calves, and of course, his ass. Ollie’s habit of going pant-less was what led to the one morning where Kimi pinned Ollie down to one of the kitchen chairs, strong hands placed on his thighs as the alpha lapped at Ollie’s slick cunt through the soft cotton of his underwear for what felt like hours.)
Whether it was just because they were freshly mated or that Ollie felt much more comfortable acting on his omegan instincts around Kimi, the alpha had noticed how Ollie had grown much more domestic in the short period of time they had lived together.
He preferred to train much closer to home, changing his bike rides to be loops around the surrounding areas instead of long adventures that took him across the city. Kimi asked about it lightly one day, getting a shrug and a response of “I just don’t feel right being away for too long.”
Ollie was still no good at cooking, but he wasn’t a complete disaster anymore. Kimi did prefer to be in the kitchen when Ollie was, to ensure no fires were started, but multiple times Kimi would come home from training to find that Ollie had cooked pasta for lunch, and even if it wasn’t the best, Kimi could taste the love and effort within it. Ollie preened at compliments given to his cooking and his happy scent permeated throughout the kitchen and whole apartment at the prospect of providing for his mate.
With this newfound domesticity, Kimi’s mind couldn’t help but go to places it had only gone when he was deep in the delirium of his rut.
He wanted to put a baby in Ollie. As soon as possible.
He knew that with their profession’s focus on weight and aerodynamics, Ollie wouldn’t be able to race while pregnant. He was already at a weight disadvantage from his height, and a break for a whole season at the wrong time would mean that Ollie could potentially lose the one thing he wanted most, the chance at the Ferrari seat.
But a selfish, selfish part of Kimi didn’t care about the consequences.
He wanted to have Ollie safe and happy in his nest, nurturing their pup, over racing dangerous machinery at speeds most people could only dream of. When Kimi loved something, he needed to keep it safe.
In Kimi’s mind, the best option to keep Ollie protected was to keep him pupped up and unable to race, and with the danger of the new regulations starting soon, Kimi felt an undeniable ache in his heart to do something to keep Ollie safe.
The proposition came on a rainy night, while the two were cozied up in the nest, Ollie’s hands focused on playing his shooter game on the TV, while Kimi’s hands absently petted at any part of his omega he could reach.
“Ollie, tesoro…” He whispered out, the words he wanted to say now feeling cowardly on his tongue.
Ollie just hummed in response, attention still focused on his game.
In one quick motion, Kimi grabbed the controller from Ollie’s hands, paused the game, and swiftly wrapped his arms around the omega, who thrashed around playfully, lightly swatting at Kimi’s hands and giggling up a storm. The game controller was haphazardly placed on the nightstand next to the bed as Kimi pushed Ollie down into a laying position, his giggling cut off as his mate’s lips pressed against his.
Going into their shared second season in F1, an air of maturity had developed between them, especially now that they were properly mated. Their mating ceremony had been held right at the beginning of winter break, their honeymoon in the Maldives following after, and now they were mated for life. The two had taken really well to mated life, Kimi feeling a sense of pride every morning when he woke up and saw the man who the world now recognized as his omega.
But of course, winter break had to end eventually, and the two of them were freshly back home from Bahrain, where they had been separated in accommodations because of the amount of data both of them were taking out of the session each day. When drivers on the grid had started mating each other all the way back in the 2000s, the FIA instituted rules that mates couldn’t stay together during testing periods. At one point, rules were in place where mates couldn’t be together on race weekends, but it was overturned after two seasons when Sebastian Vettel returned and helped fight it.
Kimi would never share data with Ollie, of course. He loved his omega, but he also loved keeping his position at Mercedes.
The two instead choose to give, at most, vague complaints. “How was testing for you, orsetto?”
Ollie hummed from his spot beneath Kimi, who now had occupied himself with pressing kisses to Ollie’s nape and neck. Pride bloomed in Kimi’s chest as he caught sight of the soft pink mating bite next to Ollie’s scent gland at the base of his neck.
“Pretty good. I think we’ll get some good points this year.”
“Podium, maybe?” Ollie chuckled, flashing a soft smile at his mate at the question.
“Yeah, maybe. Do you think you’ll get a win this year?”
Images of the sheer speed he had achieved with the W17 flashed through Kimi’s mind, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t just misplaced confidence that gave him the feeling that he might get a win this year.
“...Yeah. I think I’ve got a winning car this year. George… George probably has the championship, but the car feels great.” Kimi pressed his tongue against the side of his mouth, finally finding the words to put his proposition together.
“Actually, tesoro… you wanna make a bet?” Ollie grinned in response, Kimi knowing that his omega had a competitive streak.
“What is it?”
“If I win a race this season, would you let me… let me knot you?”
“Kimi, you already have-”
“Without a condom.”
Ollie stilled beneath him, and Kimi took this as a sign to keep talking.
“For every race I win this season, I get to knot you. Really feel you.” Kimi slowly let out a bit of his scent as a comfort, sensing that Ollie’s pulse was starting to quicken. “Just think about it.”
Kimi knew that even if he won more than one or two races, Ollie still likely wouldn’t get pregnant from it. Omegas were at peak fertility during their heat, and, like every alpha and omega in the sport, Ollie’s estrus cycle was carefully planned around breaks in the season. A few unprotected knots during the season weren’t very likely to get Ollie pregnant. Ollie would agree to a very small chance of getting pregnant.
But Kimi knew that even with a very small chance of Ollie being pupped, he had to take the opportunity to try.
“Kimi… I know it’s not likely, but… what if I get pregnant? Are you… we’re not ready to have a pup yet.” Ollie’s wide brown eyes gazed at him anxiously, and Kimi cradled Ollie’s face in one hand, petting comfortingly at his cheekbone.
“It’s not likely. And if you do… we’ll figure it out from there. I just wanted to have a new way to celebrate with you, if I win. It’s okay, Ollie, I’ll just drop it.” Ollie’s scent spiked at the disappointment in his mate’s voice, and Kimi couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for using Ollie’s eagerness to please against him.
“No, I… I’ll do it. When you win, during the season, you can knot me after. Without protection.” Kimi could tell that Ollie’s soft smile was forced a bit, but that didn’t matter to him. Ollie had agreed to the proposition.
And Kimi’s phone, which was sitting on the nightstand next to Ollie’s game controller, had been recording the whole conversation. Just in case Ollie tried to take it back.
Upon hearing Ollie’s agreement, Kimi puffed up with pride and glee, scenting Ollie with a fervor and drawing giggles and soft omegan purrs from his mate.
“Thank you, tesoro. Means quite a bit to me.” The alpha gently cradled Ollie’s head down to his neck, and upon Ollie breathing in Kimi’s scent, his pulse slowed. Seeing the mating bite he left on his alpha, he knew he could trust Kimi. That this wasn’t Kimi trying to get him pregnant and ruin his season, his career, even. It was just his alpha suggesting a new way to decompress from races, a new way to celebrate between them.
Besides, it wasn’t like Kimi was going to win more than one or two races in the season. Maybe three by the end, if he got lucky.
A break from the Australian heat was greatly welcomed after the long day Kimi had.
He wasn’t expecting to win the first race of the season, especially since he wasn’t starting from pole and George knew Albert Park a lot better than he did, but Kimi also didn’t expect the W17 to be that bad off the line.
If he hadn’t bogged down at the start… Maybe he could have fought George for the win.
But it didn’t matter. P2 was a great place to start, wins would definitely follow.
Opening the door to his hotel room, Kimi caught sight of Ollie standing by the window, clad in only his team kit and a pair of boxers.
With that sight, Kimi knew that the wins had to follow.
He watched as Ollie’s nose crinkled, his body straightening up as he realized Kimi had entered their room. His headphones were thrown to the side and before Kimi realized it, he had his arms full of Ollie.
“You did so well, such a good recovery.” Ollie murmured into Kimi’s neck, his chest rising and falling greatly as he breathed in his alpha’s scent. Kimi wrapped one arm around the Brit’s waist, his hand idly resting on Ollie’s ass. Race weekends were difficult for them, the only hours they got to share before the race were spent sleeping in the same bed, as debriefs would run late and media schedules required them to be at the paddock early.
After the race, however, they got as much free time as needed.
Kimi pulled Ollie into a kiss, steering them toward the king-sized bed in the hotel room. Being documented mates now meant that their accommodations were shared, meaning Kimi could spend every night in Ollie’s nest during the season.
Ollie fell onto the bed first, his brown curls spreading out against the blanket and curling around his head like a halo. In the dim light of the hotel room, Ollie’s features were only illuminated by the dim lamp on the bedside table and the stars coming in from the window. With this sight in front of him, all for him, Kimi couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest alpha in the world.
Ollie, beautiful, beautiful Ollie, was his omega. Kimi had known that he wanted to mate Ollie since they were first put together on the grid. He had been fresh off his presentation rut, walking into the F2 paddock for the first time, and his senses had been inundated with the sweet scent of omega and the beautiful view of one Oliver Bearman.
His infatuation with Ollie started there, and if Kimi was honest with himself, he had never stopped being infatuated with Ollie. Every bone in his body yearned and ached for his omega in all passing moments.
Kimi wanted Ollie to be all his, forever.
And the bet with Ollie was how he wanted to achieve it. Sure, for now he was biding his time until a win, but Kimi knew, he knew that win was coming soon.
Kimi stood at the edge of the bed, Ollie sprawled out atop it beneath him, his thighs wrapped around his alpha’s waist. Kimi extended one of Ollie’s long legs up, pressing kisses down the inside before he could suck a mark into Ollie’s inner thigh.
“Just… Just so you know, you didn’t win today.” Ollie’s smirk was present in his voice, causing Kimi to chuff out a laugh and sink his teeth into the meat of Ollie’s thigh as payback. Ollie squawked, kicking playfully at Kimi’s shoulder with his other foot.
“I know, I know, mate. This is about you, orsetto. P7 is incredible.” Kimi crawled his way up Ollie’s body, kissing the omega as his hands found the waistband of Ollie’s undergarments, pulling them down and off his legs. In response, Ollie’s fingers gripped onto Kimi’s team kit, pulling on it as a request for it to come off. Kimi obliged, breaking from the kiss and pulling his team kit over his head, letting it fly somewhere in the hotel room. He’d find it in the morning.
For now, Kimi thought as he bent his head and attached his lips to Ollie’s clit, he had a mate to please.
Kimi wiped what was left of Ollie’s slick off of his lips onto the back of his hand, running his hands under the tap in the bathroom for a few quick seconds.
He reached over for a washcloth from the new stack of them on the counter, and froze when he caught sight of it.
Buried in the mess of Ollie’s toiletries, was a small metallic packet with little divots for each pill in the packet.
Ollie’s heat control pills.
How had Kimi been so dumb to forget that Ollie was on heat suppressants? The omega mostly used them to align his heat cycle with the breaks in the season, but Kimi knew that they greatly reduced Ollie’s fertility outside of his heats as well.
With shaky hands, Kimi grabbed the packet, turning it over in his hands and glaring at the small white pills that would ruin any chance he had of getting Ollie pregnant. Something had to be done about them.
In a rush, Kimi ripped the plastic of the packet in half along the score marking, taking the untouched half and burying it in his own toiletry bag. The other half was placed back in Ollie’s bag, where he could still take them until he ran out for the month. Kimi knew that Ollie was aware of his own messiness and frequency to displace things. Ollie would just think he’d lost the other half somehow.
It didn’t feel… good to hide Ollie’s medication, but a deep part of Kimi knew that the pills would only stand in the way of what he wanted. He’d figure out a different way to get Ollie off of the pill in due time, but hiding his medication worked for now.
Kimi wanted, no, Kimi needed to get Ollie pregnant.
He would take any action needed to get Ollie pregnant.