Gone, Just Like Him
As always, click here for Master List of Fics.Title: Gone, Just Like Him
Characters: Charles Pic, Kimi Räikkönen
Rating: Black Flag
Summary: Charles gets back to his hotel after karting in Bahrain (Feb 2014).
Disclaimer: Fiction. Not real.
Beta: la_vie_chanson. Thank you!
“Not bad,” a voice says as soon as Charles gets back to his hotel room from the track. He recognises it immediately and smiles to himself as he searches for the light switch in the dark.
“How did you get in?” Charles asks, finally finding the light just as a pair of arms wraps around him from behind and lips kiss his neck.
“Does it matter?” Kimi whispers against his ear before turning Charles around and pinning him against the wall.
“Non,” he answers, awkwardly taking off his Lotus jacket and his shoes while they kiss.
“I like when you win, suits you,” Kimi says as he helps him out of his shirt and kisses his jaw, grinding their crotch together.
“How do you know I won?” Charles asks. After all this time with the Finn, Kimi is still a mystery to him.
“Twitter,” he answers as he pulls down Charles’ pants.
“You have Twitter?” Charles asks, confused.
“No,” Kimi says, not even looking up at him, and wraps his mouth around Charles’ cock.
“But then how- oooh,” Charles moans as Kimi sucks him, and whatever question he was going to ask is dismissed completely.
They haven’t seen much of each other lately, what with him not having a full drive and Kimi doing all sorts of PR events and factory tours. He missed this, and not just the blowjobs, but having Kimi around, sneaking up on him, knowing exactly what to say or what not to say.
Charles catches Kimi’s short hair between his fingers and pulls him back and up, kissing him when he’s standing again. “Bed,” he says, grabbing Kimi’s waistband and tugging it towards the bed. Kimi complies, throwing himself on the bed and lifting his hips to slide his jeans off, kicking them aside.
Charles climbs in after him, eager for Kimi. “I missed you,” he says as he trails kisses up Kimi’s body. Kimi doesn’t say it back, and Charles knows him better than to expect anything else. But he knows Kimi missed him too, he can tell from the way Kimi pulls him by the shoulders so they’re eye to eye and kisses him, taking his time, savouring every moment of the kiss.
Kimi rolls him on his back, propping himself up above him, looking at him. It makes Charles squirm, to be looked at like this, like he’s a puzzle Kimi is trying to figure out, an enigma to be solved.
“What?” he asks, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
Kimi frowns at him, eyes the colour of the sea boring through him. “Why are you with me?”
It’s Charles’ turn to frown. He rests a hand on Kimi’s bicep, thumb stroking the pale skin. It’s a question he’s always wanted to ask Kimi, so when Kimi asks, it takes him by surprise. “With you, it’s okay to just be me. There is no pretend.”
Charles lets out a satisfied moan as Kimi lowers himself and places kisses along his neck, seemingly accepting the answer. He wraps his arms around Kimi, forcing their bodies even closer together. “And the sex is very good,” he whispers in Kimi’s ear, nipping at the earlobe.
Kimi laughs, his warm breath teasing at the wet skin on Charles’ neck. “Lube?” he asks, and Charles reaches in the night table’s drawer for the bottle, squirting a bit in Kimi’s hand. Kimi slides a hand between them, grabbing both their cocks with one hand as best as he can, stroking them together.
Charles thrusts against Kimi’s hand and cock, breathing hard between kisses until he’s gasping too much to continue kissing and buries his head in the crook of Kimi’s neck. His hands move over the expanse of Kimi’s back, finally settling on his arse, squeezing it with every thrust.
When he senses Kimi approaching climax, he trails his middle finger down the crease of Kimi’s arse, teasing at the sensitive skin, circling his entrance to add the extra sensation he knows will bring Kimi over the edge. He feels Kimi’s come cover his stomach, feels Kimi’s body tremble against him, the hand on his cock stilling momentarily, but the Finn makes sure he comes too. Kimi lets his own cock slide out of his hand so he can focus on Charles. Kimi finds his mouth again, tongue licking at his lips before slipping inside as he continues to jerk him off.
Charles wishes this could go on forever, wishes he didn’t have to leave this room, that he could stay like this, pressed into the mattress as Kimi dedicates himself to pleasuring him. He wants Kimi to tie him up again and make him forget about the rest of the world, wants to be allowed to let his mind wander to a world where the two of them is all that exists.
Wishes don’t always come true though, and he’s abruptly ripped from his thoughts as he comes, too distracted to fully enjoy the release.
Kimi pushes himself off of him, cleaning himself up with some tissues before handing over the box over to him. Charles stays in his daze, not in a rush to wipe the mess away. He likes it, to be frank. It serves as evidence of what they have, something he can hold on to, for a while at least, until it dries and peels off.
Gone, just like Kimi eventually has to be.
“Kimi?” he asks sleepily.
“Mh?” Kimi answers him while stroking his hair. It feels nice, how his hand glides through his strands, fingertips gently massaging his scalp.
“Stay the night?” he asks, propping himself up just enough that he can look at Kimi.
Kimi lifts his head up and smiles at him. “Sure.”
Charles settles in closer, head resting next to his hand on Kimi’s chest, feeling the strong heartbeat. “Stay forever?” he whispers his thoughts aloud. The hand in his hair stills for a moment and Charles tenses at the potential fallout of his question. Kimi’s hand moves from his hair and down his neck and back, curving around and stopping at his waist. Charles gets pulled closer to Kimi.
“Where else would I go?” Kimi finally says, and it’s not a promise. Hell, it’s not even an answer, but it’s enough for Charles to let himself fall asleep, long before the dry come on his stomach starts pulling at his skin, flaking off as he moves in his sleep.
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