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Ollie hasn’t been this desperate and clingy since the start of summer break.
The moment the door to Kimi’s hotel room closes, Ollie throws himself into his boyfriend’s arms and starts peppering sweet kisses into his hair and all over his face. He doesn’t linger in one spot for more than a couple of seconds but smiles into each of them all the same.
Kimi startles and laughs at the sudden onslaught of affection, but recovers quickly as he nuzzles into Ollie’s touch and rubs soothing circles down the length of Ollie’s spine. “Aww, orsacchiotto, I’ve missed you too.”
“It’s been way too long, lovely! I was actually fighting for my life these last few weeks, it’s so stupid that we can’t be together more often during the season,” Ollie complains in between kisses. Then he shoves his face against the crook of Kimi’s neck and inhales deeply, nails slightly digging into his skin as if Kimi would slip from his grasp.
“Are you sniffing me right now?”
Kimi feels Ollie press a short kiss against his shoulder before he pulls away and presses his forehead against Kimi’s. “I know I have your clothes and all, but they don’t smell the same because they’re not warm like you are.”
His eyes sparkle with so much adoration it makes Kimi feel dizzy with power. Because does he even know what he’s saying? What does he mean, he steals Kimi’s shirts and hoodies all the time but they couldn’t comfort him the same because they could never match up to living skin and blood? Kimi wants to gnaw on Ollie like a chew toy, hold his flesh reverently between his jaws, and build a shrine around him. He’s just so stunning.
Minutely, Kimi’s fingers twitch as he reaches up and closes his fingers around the back of Ollie’s neck. He wants to dig bruises into the skin there then draw heart shapes and swirly flowers over the shadows of pink, purple, and greens with sparkly gel pens. Kimi refrains, however, because they had time for that later, and settles for tracing his initials over and over again with slow, looping movements.
“Our managers actually hate us,” Ollie continues, oblivious to Kimi’s symptoms of cuteness aggression. “I can’t believe we’re the ones being separated. Like, the other guys are even more obvious than us!”
The jab at the other rookies is completely true, and Kimi wonders for the nth time why he and Ollie were the ones who were called out and lectured on for being ‘too close’ when Gabi and Nico existed. Hell, Isack and Liam have been beating them in terms of passive-aggressive homosexuality for a long time now too!
“Yeah, they are. I can’t believe they still think that we’re worse than them.”
Ollie squeezes him tighter as he laughs. Because of how firmly they’re pressed together, Kimi feels the stuttering rhythm of Ollie’s giggles as if they were his own. “And that definitely doesn’t have anything to do with how you started ignoring Gabi because I’ve been hanging out with him more.”
“Excuse me? Ollie, don’t act like you haven’t made a completely separate rookie group chat without me in it just so you can spam it and obsess over me, even though you may as well be screaming into the void.”
A dark flush spreads across Ollie’s face. “How do you know about that?”
“Gabi and Isack. And Franco.” Kimi pauses, then cheekily adds, “Even Ocon mentioned it to me once.”
Before Kimi even finishes listing off the people who gleefully spilled about Ollie’s lovestruck tendencies, Ollie ducks his head and presses his face against Kimi’s shoulder, slightly muffling his subsequent whining.
“What? What happened to having safe, supportive spaces with your friends? Oh my gosh, this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me, I’m never telling anyone anything ever again— Oh, stop laughing at me, Kimi!”
The domesticity was going to make Kimi commit unspeakable crimes for Ollie. In fact, he would love to be the reason why Ollie stops breathing for good when they reach the end of the world.
Instead he just tilts Ollie’s head back up and places his own kiss at the corner of his lips. “Don’t worry. I think it’s adorable.”
Ollie melts further into the embrace and resumes his endeavor of showering Kimi with kisses, albeit at a slower rate, even though he’s visibly pouting. Kimi’s heart flutters fondly as he tries to cheer the other man up by muttering soft affirmations into the air between them. Every time Ollie’s eyes flicker away with embarrassment, Kimi’s hand runs up and down the curve of his boyfriend’s back as if he were petting an animal and he steals a kiss of his own.
“I’m so glad it’s winter break now,” Ollie eventually says. “There’s no media or teams to chase us down anymore, so I’ll be making up for all those lost kisses and cuddles and naps we could’ve had together and—”
Kimi listens happily as he urges Ollie to kick off his shoes and steers them both further into the room. They stumble quite a bit and nearly bruise their shins on the coffee table on the journey over due to Ollie’s clumsy steps, as he doesn’t stop hugging him tightly and placing loving kisses everywhere he could. It’s all so stupid, how they can’t even keep their hands off each other even to just walk a couple of steps. He wouldn’t trade this for anything else.
While Ollie’s distracted, Kimi sneakily positions their bodies in such a way that a simple sidestep and push could send Ollie falling into the bed or pressed up against the wall, depending on the mood.
It’s really endearing seeing Ollie this far in love with him. His eyes are all squinty and his smiles are unusually wide and gummy and his kisses are getting more obnoxious as he realizes that Kimi laughs more when he smacks his lips together preformatively.
He’s so stupid. Kimi wants to squish him into a ball as if he were a plushie, toss him in a clothes dryer and watch him tumble around limply, then hold him so tightly all the residue warmth seeped all the way into his own bones.
There isn’t a single thing he would trade Ollie for in the world.
Except maybe racing. Hm.
“—I’ll even help you do your hair! Not that I’ve missed it, but I know that you love it when I help you wash it so—”
“Do you want to go out tomorrow?”
Ollie blinks and cuts himself off, surprised. He studies Kimi as if he just discovered a whole new person. Which makes sense, because Kimi tends to bring him places without much forewarning. “Yeah? Of course. Is there something you already have in mind?”
It’s hard to stifle his laugh when Kimi sees the doubt scrunching up Ollie’s face. He really wants to smother him with a pillow and keep him in his bed forever.
“Kind of. Do you wanna get an ice cream cake with me, separate the cake from the ice cream, then redecorate it without the ice cream?”
“You so just came up with that,” Ollie teases. “And then you’re not gonna follow through either, and we’ll end up doing something completely different.”
The silence and sudden lack of response after Ollie’s accusation unnerves him enough and makes him fumble the placement of his next kiss, much to Kimi’s amusement. “Don’t tell me that’s actually a date idea you thought through.”
Admittedly, Kimi hasn’t thought about deconstructing and reconstructing ice cream cakes before, but he has toyed with the idea of getting a box of grocery store cupcakes and licking off all the frosting before. So obviously, the next step to that would be refrosting the cupcakes with homemade buttercream. He’s sure the idea translates well to ice cream cakes too, though.
He lies anyway. “Ollie, mate, come on, I planned it all out! Doesn’t redecorating ice cream cakes sound fun? You know I always think through our dates.”
“Yeah, on the spot, maybe.”
“But they always end up going great!,” Kimi protests. “I know you love all the surprises.”
Ollie places a kiss to the tip of Kimi’s nose, smiling. “I do. I love spending time with you no matter what, but you gotta admit that buying spray paint and tagging a bridge was never a good idea.”
“That was one time, and you basically convinced me to!. You said it was fun!”
“And it was! Never change, really, but we got the cops called on us!”
“But we got away, yeah? So what’s the problem?”
The stare Ollie gives him in response makes Kimi want to take a picture of his face and print it out in high resolution. Maybe he would even frame it and hang it up on his bedroom wall.
Sadly, he doesn’t have the ability to because Ollie is still clinging onto him tightly, although now their faces are further apart, as he continues scolding him. “Kimi. Your first idea was to drop everything and start making out so they would get embarrassed and leave the alley as soon as they arrived. That’s public indecency, and that’s also a crime.”
This time it’s Kimi’s turn to look offended. “You’re remembering it wrong, orsacchiotto. I was going to pretend to blow you—”
“That’s even worse! And that’s still public indecency, oh my gosh!”
Kimi huffs and wriggles out of Ollie’s embrace, crossing his arms and pouting theatrically. “Since you can’t appreciate all my wonderful ideas, no more kisses for you.”
Not even a moment after Kimi finishes his sentence, Ollie’s jaw drops open in betrayal as he tries to trap him in another hug. He fails. “Kimi! You can’t do this to me! I’m sorry for pointing out all your bad ideas, I’ll never do it ever again.”
“Mm, that’s not good enough of an apology.”
“My heart’s breaking, do you hear it?” Ollie bemoans. “I’ll do anything, lovely, can I just kiss you again? Or, like, just hugging is great too!”
“Nope,” Kimi sing-songs. He has something better in mind, actually.
Taking this opportunity while Ollie’s suddenly crestfallen and currently possesses the reaction time of a wet paper bag, Kimi grabs his waist, spins them a bit to the left, and forcefully crowds himself into Ollie’s personal space until the back of his knees knock against the bed. Then, with an unceremonious shove, Ollie falls back onto the bed with a high-pitched yelp and dazed shimmer in his eyes.
Kimi crawls onto the bed right after and straddles Ollie’s hips before his boyfriend could even think to sit up. He then brings his hands up to cradle Ollie's face, smoothing his thumbs over the flushed apples of his cheeks with a triumphant grin. Adorably, Ollie blinks and opens then closes his mouth a couple of times, unable to find any words.
“I think it’s my turn to kiss you. Okay, bellissimo?” Kimi coos. The immediate embarrassment in Ollie’s reaction prompts Kimi to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Then we can discuss how you should properly apologize to me.”
Kimi leans down and kisses Ollie square on the mouth, who gasps, evidently expecting the same meandering laziness from their previous kisses. Taking this opportunity, Kimi shoves his tongue into Ollie’s mouth, and Ollie responds in kind. When his hands find Kimi’s waist, Kimi smiles and digs his fingers further into Ollie’s jaw.
The kiss is messy and hungry and frankly a bit disgusting with all the spit they were exchanging, and it was everything that Ollie’s pecks from earlier were not. They still hold each other just as tightly and laugh into each other’s mouths, though, breathing the same air and basking in the same light of joy as before.
When Kimi pulls away, breathless and giddy and still drowning in the way Ollie looks up at him, his heart beats so quickly that he would be concerned for his health if it were under any other circumstance.
From that one kiss alone, Ollie already looks so much more disarmed and flustered, with his pupils blown wide and mouth still slightly agape, lips shiny and red.
Kimi’s sure he looks just as disheveled, because there is no world where he’s unfazed with anything Ollie does.
He brings a hand up to play with Ollie’s hair as they both catch their breaths. Kimi has missed him so much; it’s actually insane to consider how he survived his first F1 season off of talking to everyone but Ollie just so their relationship wouldn’t be at risk of being exposed.
They always had breaks and non-race weekends and awkward in-between times to catch up and fall in love all over again, but Kimi still doesn’t appreciate how his race weekends or—god forbid—media days got so much more tiring because he couldn’t fuck off and be with his boyfriend too many times without raising suspicion.
Oh cazzo, he really doesn’t want to be thinking about next season and those media days. Kimi doesn’t think he could go back to following that routine.
“I love you so much,” he says instead. “You were definitely made in a lab, because there’s no way anybody could be as amazing as you are naturally.”
Ollie’s brows furrow, and Kimi already knows that he’s going to jump into his spiel about how Kimi was the one made in a lab, not him, so he preemptively shuts him up by kissing him again.
This time, Kimi nips at Ollie’s bottom lip and tries his best to bruise it, licking and biting and sucking harshly as the boy beneath him shudders and squeezes Kimi’s waist even tighter, tiny, wounded sounds slipping out. Still, Ollie meets him at every move, although with significantly less teeth and more tongue.
At some point, while Kimi’s busy with pressing his entire weight down onto Ollie, Ollie’s fingers slip lower until they are brushing the waistband of his pants, rubbing light circles just above his hip. It tickles, and is frankly distracting, so Kimi doubles his efforts in kissing Ollie senseless.
Ollie continues whimpering uselessly as Kimi starts to alternate between sweet kisses and calculated bites that leave him short on air, his hands scrabbling down Kimi’s arms and back. Every time Ollie starts to squirm a bit too restlessly, hips twitching under Kimi’s weight, Kimi pulls away and marvels at the mess he had made beneath him.
Glossy eyes, red cheeks, bitten lips, and messy hair. Ollie looks ruined, all too desperate for anything more Kimi would give him. Oh, he’s so gorgeous like this.
“Ollie Ollie Ollie, can I take a picture of you?”
There’s a slight delay in Ollie’s reaction as he blinks, cogs visibly turning in his mind as he tries to refocus and absorb Kimi’s request. “Um. Why?”
“So I can print you out and put you in my phone case. Or on the wall. Or anywhere.”
“I, um– agh, stop staring at me like that!” Ollie protests.
Kimi sticks his tongue out. “Like what?”
“Like you’re about to choke me out.”
“Well, maybe I am. Can I take your picture?”
Ollie sputters. His hands fly up to his face, palms pressing into his eyes. He’s so embarrassed, and Kimi’s so endeared, so he slips his phone out of his pocket and snaps a quick photo because Ollie never disagreed.
Cute. The picture is clear enough that anyone that knew they were dating would immediately know that was Ollie, but just blurry enough and with Ollie covering his face so a mere acquaintance wouldn’t be able to suss him out.
Kimi drops his phone onto the sheets and returns to pestering Ollie with kisses. He doesn’t even try to pry his hands away from his face, but instead presses light kisses on his knuckles and laughs when Ollie yelps in surprise.
At some point, Ollie relents and his hands return to their place gripping Kimi’s hips, and so Kimi resumes his previous affections. He nibbles light bruises into Ollie’s jaw, scrapes his canines down his neck, and even licks his ear once, much to Ollie’s dismay. Every so often, Kimi simply presses his lips against Ollie’s skin and keeps himself there, relishing in the way Ollie whines even louder and shudders in anticipation.
“Come on, Kimi, stop being such a tease!” he complains, trying to turn onto his side and face away from Kimi.
Kimi sneaks a hand under Ollie’s shirt and pinches him right under his ribs just to be petty. “Ah ah ah, that’s not how we apologize.”
Ollie squeaks in response. Then his eyes fly open and his face twists into a frankly hilarious quizzical expression after he processes Kimi’s words, swatting away his hand and breaking the moment. “Are you seriously still hung up on that?”
“Not really,” Kimi admits. “I don’t know why I said that.”
Ollie rolls his eyes and starts to tease Kimi some more, but his words quickly dissolve into a weak squeak as Kimi pulls him into another kiss. This time, he’s much more gentle with it and brushes his thumb over Ollie’s lips periodically to soothe his previous bites.
When they part, he settles for playing with Ollie’s hair more and scritching behind his ears until Ollie’s eyes flutter close and his lips part with satisfaction. Kimi intensely studies him all this time, cataloging which motions make Ollie scrunch up his nose and which make his breath hitch.
During this, Kimi has to update some of his mental notes about what motions Ollie likes. Before, maybe a few months ago, Ollie was definitely impartial to Kimi twirling and tangling his hair between his fingers then tugging lightly, but now he visibly keens and hums the quietest note when Kimi does.
Suddenly tired and sleepy, Kimi flops down onto Ollie and buries his face into his neck, still continuing to pet Ollie’s hair.
“We should cuddle and go to bed.”
Ollie digs his chin into Kimi’s curls and squeezes him in a tight hug, mumbling quietly. “Okay. Yeah.”
Kimi huffs out a laugh. “Really? It’s only four right now.”
“It’s been ages since we’ve had this much time, and yes, I wanna spend it sleeping with you.”
Another part of Kimi’s heart melts at the words and he suddenly has the urge to shake Ollie until he’s dizzy and flops around like a ragdoll. But he forces himself to relax into their embrace before he can do something stupid and intentionally provoke Ollie in a way that would make him leave the bed. Like really pulling on his hair, for example.
“Can we get under the covers before you fall asleep, though?” Ollie nags. “You’re really warm but the AC’s also really low. And I don’t wanna go turn it up. And you also don’t wanna go turn it up.”
Kimi nods, and the movement is enough for Ollie to slowly shuffle himself up into a sitting position, Kimi still hanging off him. He pauses for a moment as he struggles to figure out how to get them a bit further up the bed and under the covers without parting, but eventually relents and taps Kimi’s shoulder. “You don’t have to let go of me, but I need to be able to move, lovely.”
“I think you can figure it out.”
“I really can’t.”
“Try harder, orsacchiotto.”
“Oh my gosh, I hate you so much,” Ollie complains.
Kimi snickers, but relents and loosens his hold on his boyfriend. “Better?”
Ollie simply pouts and finally maneuvers them both in such a way that they can finally pull the covers over themselves, despite all the struggle.
Slowly, slowly but definitely and in a space so full with love, they begin to drift off without another word. Kimi continues petting and running his fingers through Ollie’s hair, but his movements turn languid and minimal as he yawns.
“You’re the absolute worst, Kimi, the worst,” Ollie sighs petulantly, yet again.
It takes Kimi a moment too long to answer, but he still tugs on Ollie’s curls a few times in protest. “You have no right to complain.”
“Still.”
Kimi rolls his eyes fondly and pecks Ollie’s cheek. “Anch’io ti amo. Go to sleep.”
“Mmh.”
“Stop pretending, you look stupid.”
“Geez, love you too, I guess.”
What an idiot. Who knows how Ollie managed to survive in the world like this, and Kimi loves him for it.