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To be woken up at seven in the morning is not a pleasant feeling. Especially by your husband, who has decided to make his tiny bladder your problem too. Lewis tried tightening his hold on his waist, pulling the man back towards him. Nico lets out an indignant squeak being pulled back, his back colliding with a force onto Lewis's front.
"Lew wha? Lew?", Nico mumbles, the blanket of sleepiness heavy in his voice. When he hears no response, he tries again, " Lew, baby, let me go". He turns back to see Lewis with his eyes closed, he could tell Lewis wasn't sleeping, his breath coming in short puffs, his lips twitching with a smile.
"No"
"Lewis Hamilton, you are forty years old"
Lewis lets out a loud laugh at that. He pulls Nico tighter against him once and lets him go.
"You are mean in the mornings sweets", Lewis murmured, his voice deep in the morning, causing a shiver to run through Nico while sitting up. Lewis noticed that. Of course he did.
"A forty year old that still got it in him to have his husband shaking and shivering. I would say I'm doing pretty good", he sounded so smug that it annoyed Nico. "It is cold, shut up."
"Was it cold last night when you were all over my di-- Sorry! Sorry! That hurts Pu!", he shouts while laughing and turning to lay on his stomach and to protect himself from his husband's hits with the pillow.
"You! Seriously? Get up Lew, you are not going to be late for your third free practice in silverstone with ferrari", he said as he made his way into the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later Nico came out, hair wet from his shower, making his way to his clothes. Lewis had gone back to sleep, phone on his face, probably dozed off while scrolling through his phone. Nico would have, if he was a better man, left his husband to sleep for a little while longer, but come on.
Come on.
He quickly changed into his clothes, his towel still wet as he walked up to Lewis. He raised his towel up high and brought it down on Lewis's naked back. Lewis immediately sat up in alarm on his knees, looking around until he looked at Nico, standing near the bed, trying not to make noises as he laughed in silence.
“What the hell Nico?”
“I'm sorry!”,he said, laughing out loud now at Lewis's face, eyes wide open and jaw dropped, looking at him in disbelief. “But your face süßer! I am trying to be a good husband though! Fred said he will have my head if I delay you from any more races, and your practice is in a few hours. You got to wake up anyways. No?”
Lewis kept looking at him in silence, staring at Nico’s flushed face, be it from the attack he has been the recipient of, or the hot shower he has clearly had. He shouldn't be this pretty, it was not fair to Lewis. He was supposed to be annoyed at Nico in the least, he can't let his beautiful husband constantly get away with his idiocy. He shouldn't. Yet all he could think right now is Nico’s pretty lips, his linen shirt clinging to his damp skin that he clearly didn't wait to dry from his hurry and, well the wood he is sporting.
He narrowed his eyes at Nico, and again, this is where he could have chosen to be the mature one between them, could have gotten up and actually start his day and be early for once without Angela banging on his hotel door with spamming calls in annoyance at him and Nico for the delay they were causing.
But Lewis, was a competitive man when it comes to things, especially when it tags along with a Nico Rosberg-Hamilton in his life.
With quickness that came along as a F1 racer he grabbed Nico by his waist, throwing him horizontally in the bed, climbing over him and caging his legs and hands before Nico would wriggle away.
Nico’s loud gasp was accompanied by a silence where they stared at each other with squinted eyes. “Get off me Lewis. You are wrinkling my shirt”.
Lewis lowered his face right to the middle of his clavicles, below his neck. The skin now had a blush that crawled down from his face, as Lewis slowly kissed the spot repeatedly. His eyes looked up at Nico who had his eyes closed, “No”, before going back, sucking on the skin.
Nico lets out a laugh, “Lew come on, get up, Angela will scream at us. You hardly have an hour to get ready schatz, and I refuse to change my clothes because of you”. He tried wriggling his hands off Lewis's hold which now caused Lewis to tighten his grip.
Lewis moved up his quest, mouth now sucking at his jugular, body coming down flush over Nico, making his boner both their issue now. “Angela loves you, I'm the one who'll pay the price”, he said, coming up to look at Nico. He let go of his hands holding the other's, one now coming down smoothening the skin over the blooming hickey in Nico's neck and the other cradling his jaw. “You look so pretty sweets”.
Nico looks up at him, eyes a bit dazed, hands now free, reaching up and holding his shoulders and pulling him down. “Well”, Nico started, “You look extremely gorgeous with your breathtaking eyes, the cutest nose and the most beautiful lips if you would like to know. And, I will be really sad if those lips aren't on mine now”
Lewis's smile widened, eyes wrinkling in happiness as their forehead touched and stared at Nico again for a moment before his hands moved to grab his lover's neck and hip as he kissed him.
Nico smiled, his lips widening before he opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Lewis turned impatient as his kiss turned rough until they came out for a breath and he quickly moved over to his neck, insistent on leaving a litany of hickeys all over.
Nico quickly grabbed Lewis's hair, trying to pry him off his neck, which only caused the man to let out a rough moan. “Lew! I have media! I am not going to report with the mess you are making!”, his pleas again falling in deaf ears.
Right when he was about to give his all to throw Lewis off him, he heard the loud noise of Lewis's phone ringing. Lewis looked up and grabbed his phone, looked at it, cut the call and went back to Nico’s neck. Then immediately both of them were startled again with loud banging at their door.
“Lewis open the door! I know you are awake!”, Angela’s loud voice cut through.
“So, I am going to go on a whim and say the call was probably from her too”, Nico said as he quickly pushed Lewis off him and got up to open the door. Lewis fell on his back in the bed, groaning dramatically as he pointed an accusing finger at Nico, “You think you are smart yeah?”
Nico ignored him as he quickly opened the door. “Hey”, he gave a sheepish smile at Angela, “I was trying to wake him up, really” he said as he gave way for her to enter and quickly closed the door. She gave him a look over, her eyes pausing at his neck before quickly averting to Lewis who stayed quiet staring at the ceiling. “And his evilness refused to work along to the voice of reason, yeah I get that Nico”, she said.
Lewis quickly sat up and pointed at Angela to Nico, “Look, my own assistant and she likes you more than me”. Nico smiled while he moved to the mirror to get himself ready. Angela gave Lewis a blank stare before saying, “Fred wants us there at 9, it's a quarter to 8 already, and yet you are still in bed”. Lewis gave a sheepish look before hurrying towards the restroom in silence.
“Nico I have to leave again, got some calls to make, I don't want him to be late”. Nico quickly shook his head turning to her, “No no, I am leaving soon, Jenson and I planned on looking over the lap times, team strategies and that new update mclaren got going on. We'll be having our breakfast together and mostly hanging out around the paddock before sitting in for the qualifying with Crofty. I'm out of here, don't worry.”
She nodded and made her way to the door, giving him a smile before closing on her way out. Nico stared at his mirror again and let out a sigh, looking at hickeys in his neck that were extremely visible, bless Angela for her patience he said to himself, and looked down at the make-up kit that will be saving his and Lewis's secret from the world. If Mark knew the lengths he had to go to hide his husband's endeavours over his body, he would probably pay his little aussie boy from mclaren to have him and rest of the kids in the current grid to call him britney everytime he passes them. God save him really.
It was when he was drying his hair that Lewis finally made his way out freshly showered.
Nico could see the said man making his way to him still wet from his shower, he immediately turned around and moved back to keep a distance and put his palm up. “Dont even try Lew, I just got done getting ready. I'm seeing Jenson in 15 minutes at the lobby”.
“Will I see you before qualifying?”, Lewis sighed out as he went through his fits for the day, as he glanced back.
“Doubt it schatz, Jenson said Mark would be in the paddock, we might go over and catch up with him”
“Mark? Really?”
Nico knew of Lewis’s annoyance with Mark. He never got it frankly. Mark had been kind to him even in years when his relationship with Lewis was painful. He held adoration towards the man despite his constant teasing, which yes does annoy him. Lewis on the other held distaste towards him since he started calling Nico as Britney, he would hold steadfast to his belief that as Nico’s lover he held the right to coin any word that should stick to Nico for as long as the annoying nickname has, also that Mark had said multiple times that he did so because he found Nico really pretty. Fair game.
Nico chose to ignore Lewis's question and came near the man. Hugging him and closing in his face on Lewis's neck and hands hugging his waist. “It's your first race with ferrari at silverstone schatz, I am really excited you know?”. Lewis's hands came down pulling him closer, “Will you be cheering for me?”.
Nico pulled back and smiled at him, “I always cheer for you Lewis”.
“Drink well, cool down before the qualifying, don't throw yourself into a fit, do your best”.
He moved back and raised his eyebrows, “Chop chop Lew, you are getting late”. He checked his phone to see Jenson’s message about being in the lobby already. He quickly got his bag and gave Lewis a kiss, “Bye Lew, I'll see your race”.
Lewis kissed back and nodded. Nico quickly hurried past the door, finally starting his day.
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Lewis was tapping his leg in annoyance. The race was yet to start and he kept looking at Fred every few minutes to check if the delay was over. His patience wasn't something great to write back to home about, clearly.
Charles next to him was scrolling through his phone, relaxed and smiling every few minutes at something funny that he'd seen. He got up to use the restroom and to walk around a bit.
Lewis’s face hardened the moment he came back, whatever's going on wasn't something he was going to like hearing about. Angela was murmuring in anger with Fred who seemed to share her temper. They kept looking at the phone in Angela’s hands. Lewis moved over to them, making his presence aware to the duo. Angela looked up at him and eyes widened.
“You are not going to like this”, Angela said, giving him her phone. Lewis had to bring the phone closer to see the image clearly.
“Hickey Gate! Is Nico Rosberg snuggling up with Mark Webber… Or is Jenson Button the Real Flame?”
What the fuck?
What in the actual everloving fuck.
Lewis quickly zoomed in on the image. Nico’s back was turned to the camera, sitting in a restaurant with Mark next to him, hand thrown over his shoulder, pulling Nico closer to him while he was laughing and looking at Nico. Opposite them was Jenson trying his best to stop tears from flowing down his eyes while he clutched his stomach in laughter.
But, of course, here was the drama, in the corner of the back of Nico’s neck, behind his ears was a dark hickey. Visible over his husband's pale skin. Clearly out of his vision when he got ready in the morning. Lewis felt the tiniest moment of pride, because he remembers, in explicit detail, leaving the exact mark last night, before the pride turned to anger. His Nico? Dating Mark? Jenson? The media has clearly lost their minds. He was going to line them all up and beat them till he found peace. Fucking hell man.
A tiny voice in his head whispered Nico would be killing him before it all. He was so screwed honestly.
When Lewis reached out to Nico after his loss in 2021, he had years to work out his feelings over the man and the reasons for his strong emotions that he riddled himself with since their friendship slowly ripped apart from 2014, or his inability to deal with it despite Nico leaving. He should have been better by then, but he clearly wasn't when he threw his phone at the wall after watching Nico’s podcast with Prost. Prost telling Nico that he wished they could work it out like himself with Senna was gut wrenching, added with Nico’s tone that sure agreed with the man, but just sounded so tired like he had given up the idea of ever being friends with Lewis.
Their friendship wasn't the best immediately when they reconnected a week after Abu Dhabi. They were friends yes, they acknowledged the hurt they held over their years together in mercedes, yes, but there was always a wave of frustration hiding beneath their new found camaraderie. Lewis constantly felt exasperated when he thought back to the years and it felt ridiculous on how serious it got between them. Nico later told him he always wondered the same.
It all made sense almost six months into their friendship, in 2022, when he had Nico shoved up a closed restroom in a club in Monaco during a party. It was biting Nico’s lips while kissing him rough, pushing the man higher up the wall till Nico had to pull his legs around Lewis waist, moaning loud, while all Lewis could feel was pure jealousy having seen an engineer flirt with Nico. He finally understood what the problem was. He pushed back from the kiss, Nico following his lips in desperation and whining that he just looked at the man. Lewis shoved his face in Nico’s neck and smiled, tears springing in his eyes.
“Lew? Lew please! Lew”, he could hear Nico, before the man let out a sound of annoyance. Nico slowly tightened his hold over his arms thrown over Lewis’s neck and slowly moved his ass, trying to find some friction. Lewis sucked a quick breath before coming up and pressing his lips over Nico’s.
“We were never just friends”, he said quietly to Nico. Nico immediately stopped his movements having heard him well.
“What?”
“We were never just friends, I never saw you as just a friend, it hurt me because it was you. The games, the fights, they pissed me off, hurt me too deep because it was you. It only got to me because it was you and you were always too special to me for being just a friend”
Nico had tears falling down his eyes and kissed him, initiating it and slowly moving his hips again trying to convey that he would have this talk when they were both sober.
The next day when Nico woke up in bed, naked bodies tangled together and Lewis already awake looking at him with soft eyes, Nico knew it was going to be fine.
They spoke, they agreed for dates, went to therapy, it was a long road to where they are now, married for a year but Lewis would walk the path thousand times again to have the life that he lives now.
A lot of people were not aware of his wedding. It was something Nico and himself spoke countless times before, coming out. They were aware of their friendship and their rivalry being a conversation that is carried and brought up in the paddock and media pens to this day. A tale of precaution. They knew of fans joking that they were maybe lovers too over Crofty’s lines. It was easier though to keep the relationship between themselves. Easier, definitely. Was the hiding amounting to borderline frustration in the past year since they married, definitely, but Lewis shifting to ferrari was enough of a media hurricane in the F1 bubble that the noise his wedding with Nico could garner sounds earth shattering.
A selected few from Mercedes to Ferrari’s top executives and team principals along with their friends from the 2010s grid knew. The racers stood witness to their relationship ten years ago. Was it embarrassing when a resounding majority of them weren't the tiniest bit shocked at the relationship and eventual wedding? Yes, but hey! They did manage to pull their heads off their ass. It's something.
Now, his husband is on the cover of an article, being coupled up with Mark Webber and Jenson Button of all people.
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Lewis entered the garage after the free practice. He had qualifying in a few hours but all he could think of was Nico. Angela had ripped his phone off him and sent him in the car for the race before Nico would pick his calls. He immediately stalked his way to the woman and put his hand out asking for his phone.
“Did he call?”
Angela gave him her phone, “He said to wait for him in the motor home”
“Was he mad?”
“At me? No Lewis, he likes me. You? What do you think?”, she said, giving him her best fake smile. “Motor home”, she said again before walking away.
It was thirty minutes later when Lewis's motorhome was slammed open before Nico walked and closed it, glaring at him. Lewis was in the middle of scrolling through tweets working himself up at the jokes thrown about the situation.
“Wrong Answer. They pass him around like a blunt”
“Get it Nico”
“Lewis found in a ditttchhh”
“I need the pretty man naked to see the rest of the bruises left on him. @SkySports whats the price lmao”
“Lewis gonna drag his tractor all the way to pole with the fury of his yaoi sinking”
“I too will bang Nico Rosberg if I got the chance, they ain't special”
Lewis could commit crimes with the anger passing through him.
“YOU! SERIOUSLY?”, yelled Nico immediately, smacking his arms. “Do you know the mockery I have to go through? Because you refuse to have the tiniest bit of conscience?!”
Lewis immediately pulled the man closer, getting him to sit on his lap. “I didn't see it sweets, I swear. I would have told you if I did”
“What should I say? Everyone is going to ask. You know that. I can feel Crofty’s nosy ass waiting to get me on camera with him. This is torture Lewis. Torture. There must be something in the geneva convention on interrogating people over their sex lives, no? Look it up. I cannot do this”
Lewis laughed at the dramatics before nodding his head, “We'll think of something”
“Well think quick before I kill Max, that little shit”
Lewis looked at his husband, who was now muttering fast in german, face scrunched up in annoyance. “What did he do?”.
“Kid sees me walking down the paddock and immediately whistles at me, comes over and asks if he could be my lawyer for our divorce”
“You were the one who insisted on telling him about the wedding”
“Because! Lewis shut up”
He would never understand Max and Nico. They spoke horribly of each other on camera, making their distaste over the other person apparent. He has also seen Nico and Max checking on each other, calling the other to know if they are fine, even back in 2016.
“You know, we could-, I mean we could just say we are together”
Nico sat up, eyes wide. “What?”.
“Sweets, you are it for me. Really. I know that. You know that. Yes, we will be questioned, people would hate us, but at least people won't be questioning who you are sleeping with or why we are talking or hanging out together in public”
“What about Ferrari? And the races? Lew really I'm fine with waiting a few more years”, he tried reasoning though Lewis could see a shimmer of happiness at being told that they could love out loud before the world. He was aware of the hurt he caused Nico in the years he refused to acknowledge the man, making it a point of ignoring him. But that is not them now, he refuses to sit in the sidelines while Nico goes on to spin a lie to hide their love that he holds high in his life.
“I'm Lewis Hamilton. I'm a seven time world champion. No-one is doing shit to me Pu”, he snorted out, nuzzling at Nico’s neck.
“I would love that, you know? Walking together in public, holding hands, going on dates, to kiss you in front of everyone, all of it”.
“Yeah?”
“Hmm. Maybe after this race, we could just bring this up with Fred and your team? That would work”
“Anything you want Nico”.
Nico let out a wide smile and hugged him tight.
Life is great.
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He hates his life. To imagine qualifying fifth was what Lewis thought would ruin his day is laughable now. It was coming back to his hotel room after hours upon hours of meeting with their team and seeing Nico annoyed. It was seeing Nico annoyed but still trying to cheer him up. It was to see people laughing at Crofty and Martin pissing off his husband during the whole of qualifying. It was Nico being repeatedly told that sky sports, SKY SPORTS, was a safe space and that he was free to speak of his lover. It was Nico repeatedly saying he would rather not and constantly clarifying that it was neither Mark nor Jenson and being hit back with skepticism.
Walking down the paddock to his garage, his anger was still shimmering right underneath his skin. Nico was going to be on camera with Crofty again today for the race and he knew, deep down, that Nico was bound for another round of the third degree with how viral the pics from yesterday have gone. Crofty and Martin were anything if not opportunists. He can't believe he used to find Crofty likable when he used to nag Nico into speaking about him. A part of Lewis can't bring himself to deny that a part of him gets a possessive curl in his stomach every time people bring up his name to Nico. Those strangers who knew absolutely nothing about their intimate lives somehow still saw Lewis as a part of Nico’s life. That Lewis owns a huge part of Nico’s life that anyone could acknowledge it.
“People really do think that Jenson and Nico look cute together, I can see it Charlie”
Lewis stilled and turned to the voice. There sat Max, in his garage, speaking loudly of HIS Nico with Jenson to Charles. He was looking right at Lewis with the biggest smirk, clearly having spoken loudly to get Lewis’s attention while Charles had his scrunched up face glued to the phone in Max’s hand, leaning against Max’s form.
He would really punch Max if Nico wouldn't kick him out of their house for hurting the boy. Little shit, really.
He scoffed looking at Max pointedly before making his way inside his room and immediately yelped.
“What are you doing here?!”, he said before immediately going over to his couch where Nico sat lazily.
“I was waiting for you, it's your first race at home for ferrari. Of course I gotta give you a talk. I have Jenson covering for me till then”
Lewis looked at him, face blank, “Why is Jenson with you?”, his voice giving away his annoyance and jealousy. Sure Jenson is their friend, he was one of the first people Nico screamed about their engagement to, but Lewis refuses to have normal emotions over his husband even being paired with another man.
“Lewis.”
“I love you”, immediately kissing all over his face. Nico let out a soft laugh before pulling Lewis into a tight hug.
Nico brought his voice close to his ear, “Forget everything. I am here for you, you know that right? I know how important this race is for you. Give it your best, like always. I'll be watching you the whole time. Only you. Do well, hm?”, he said before dropping a kiss on his forehead and pressing his face close to Lewis, staring deep into his eyes.
Lewis nodded slowly, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.
“Yeah”
Nico nodded before clapping his hands softly over Lewis’s cheeks and standing up. “Now I have to run back”.
Lewis kept staring at his husband as he left the room. Pushing his head against the wall.
He can't not win now.
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P1.
Pole at Silverstone.
His home race.
With Ferrari.
He wants to cry. But he stands up, screams loudly in cheer with the audience. He runs to his team, jumps on them, he screams again. Max and Lando who pulled in at P2 and P3 come over and hug him. His face has the biggest smile, he looks around at all the cameras, his eyes filled with tears he refuses to let fall, and he gives them his happiest smile knowing Nico is watching.
The cool-down room is calm, for a short minute. He is aware that Lando is a bit glum at Oscar’s missed podium from engine failure. It is reasonable. He guesses it is, he doesn't know, were he and Nico like them? He knows for a fact they weren't. He is glad they were working it out better than them in the least.
It wasn't Lando that got him straightening up. It was Max. Right next to him, looking at him every few seconds.
“What is it Max?”, he asks quietly.
“Crofty asked Jenson if he and Mark just really meant to call Nico as britney cause they found him pretty, and Jenson said of course”
Lewis stilled. He couldn't breathe for a second. He should be the one agreeing to always finding Nico pretty. NOT Jenson. He knew Jenson found Nico pretty, even strangers would call Nico pretty objectively. But NO. Only he gets to speak on it.
“It's all so viral, I opened my twitter in the restroom and my whole page is a sky sports orchestrated montage of Jenson and Nico, how long they've known each other or how they are still close. I wouldn't doubt it if they hold a ceremony for the two in the sky sports hq”
Lewis was about to curse out loud when they were pointed to make way to the podium. Lewis walked after Max stiffly, he could see Lando staring back in confusion.
Lewis stood high on his pole, face flashing his tightest smile while fans cheered all around him. Max kept staring silently at him. When they were to celebrate on the podium Lewis played his part, spraying on both the boys while Lando and Max did the most damage to each other while running around. Lewis let out a smile before staring at the audience. He could immediately spot the golden hair a bit back but standing out so vividly from the audience. His smile immediately dropped.
There stood his beautiful, gorgeous husband looking at him with all the love in the world while Crofty was continuously speaking away near him causing Nico to look back at him giving out an awkward smile. He looked closely. And oh. Fuck that. There was Martin next to Jenson behind them, pushing Jenson closer to Nico in front of their cameras.
Oh fuck them all.
Lewis dropped his bottle.
He knew how he looked right now. He could feel his anger and annoyance visible around him. His eyes fixed at Nico who immediately stopped indulging Crofty and straightened up, face alarmed and worried.
Lewis walked fast, almost sprinting as he made his way down, ignoring the confused voices from Lando or the staff. He walked right towards Nico, people's confused calls at him immediately falling into a baffled silence when they saw who he was headed towards.
Nico stares at him, eyes wide. Nico was a few feet from Lewis when he realised that okay his husband is about to do something really crazy. He opened his mouth and let out a “Lew-”
Hands shot out, one holding the back of Nico’s neck, the other wrapping at his waist, pulling him flush on Lewis’s body. His eyes were still wide open when Lewis roughly pressed his lips over Nico’s slightly agape mouth. It took him a second to process that he, Nico Rosberg, was being kissed in public by his husband, romantic movie style. Lewis pushed his head back and stared at Nico and Nico put his arms around Lewis, pulling him back hard for a kiss by himself this time.
Lewis let out a groan, pulling Nico impossibly closer and deepening the kiss. Tongues fighting for battle, Lewis’s body was sticky with sweat and cheap rose water while Nico was bringing his hands enwrapped around Lewis to now hold his face as they came up to breathe. The world around them was quiet, staring at them in shock. It all burst into loud, haywire screams and chaos. Martin and Crofty were speaking loudly asking Lewis and Nico what this means, Jenson was laughing in shock, Angela ran towards them in all righteous anger for the work she is about to go through, Fred and Toto standing a bit behind Nico stared at them with shock but amongst all the chaos his world immediately quietened when he focused back on Nico’s face and his tiny smile that is staring back at him.
The next hour was a daze, Jenson had dragged them inside the closest building. Fred stormed in, annoyed and immediately ranting at the trouble they were causing him with impromptu and dramatic coming outs. Angela kept glaring at Lewis while she answered calls. Lewis made it a point to ignore them all while sitting on a chair with Nico over him. Nico was hiding his face pressing them against Lewis's shoulders and ignoring them all to prolong his peace. Toto had walked in, patted Fred on his back before rolling his eyes at them, sure with adoration, and walking out. Max finally came inside, immediately pulling a chair to sit right next to them.
“Lewis being a knight doesn't make you a princess Nico”, Max said while popping in a chocolate and staring at them unabashedly. Nico immediately sat up right, glaring at Max.
“Why are you so glee Max?”
“I am being happy for you Nico, I am”
“Max, you snorted a ‘The blind man can see, genius! Finally!’ when I told you about me and Lewis”
“Well I am considerably more happy -”
“You were goading me”, Lewis said. Max’s face contorted to look a bit sheepish before he immediately smirked and shrugged.
“Why?”, Lewis asked, staring at him. Max stared at him, refusing to open his mouth.
“Max”, Nico said.
“Okay, I saw the pictures and was worried, I was! Honestly! But then I saw how annoyed both of you were over the news and everything. And, to be honest? It was so obvious Lewis was jealous, he looked exactly like how he did in 2016 when you used to party with Jenson after pole finishes. So I thought if I got him jealous enough he would do something”, he dragged his hands over his pants, “And, don't get mad but I had a bet with Sebastian to help me with Charles if you both do something stupid by your first year in ferrari”, he rushed the words out.
“A bet”, Lewis said.
“I'm going to kill all of you”, Nico let out dramatically before laying his head on Lewis's shoulders. “Kill them all for me”, Lewis agreed with a mock sincerity.
Max sat relaxed slowly, face resting to a teasing smile but quiet.
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2 years later
“Two minutes Lewis Hamilton. TWO MINUTES. If you don't open this door by then!”,Angela screamed.
Lewis groaned, pulling away from Nico’s neck. He was on a mission here. He looked at Nico who was sporting a dazed look, hands now loosely on Lewis’s chest with legs still wrapped around his waist. He grabbed Lewis’s collar, pulling him down.
“More”, he slurred. God, Lewis thought. They are supposed to be in the paddock for the Italian GP in an hour. Nico looks out of it.
“Nico, baby, hey look, sweets”, he tried sounding stern, “We might be late if we don't start, you should eat too yeah?”
Nico shakes his head, “No, please Lew, please”, he whined. Lewis looked back at the door once. Lewis Hamilton was a man with a strong list of priorities. He growled diving back to kiss him harder, pushing him down over the dining table, expensive wood a perfect background to Nico’s canvas.
Screw their image, the world knows they are married.
“I'm calling your dad Lewis, you are horrible!”, Angela’s voice came in.
Nico was the one to groan and push Lewis off him this time. “One minute Angela! Please”, Nico yelled out. He stared up at Lewis.
“Come on, we can continue this tonight”, Nico said.
“Tonight?!”
“I promised Max that I'll help him pick his two year anniversary gift for Charles that's coming next month”, he smiled softly sitting up.
Lewis let out a loud groan, “Little cockblocking shit!”, he screamed out while stomping his way to the door.
Nico’s loud laugh followed him.