Rum and A Kiss
As always, click here for Master List of Fics.Title: Rum and A Kiss
Characters: Mark Webber, Jenson Button
Rating: Yellow Flag
Summary: Jenson is feeling down after a series of bad races. Mark steps in to comfort him.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen - all in my head.
A/N Inspired by this prompt, posted on Motorskink.
Mark scanned the room full of drivers and journalists. Another press conference. Questions for him had already come and gone, so he was free to drift off in his own thoughts for a while. This is when he noticed Jenson, head hung low and despair showing in his face. His blue eyes were fixated on his water glass, the light in them dimmed as it had been for months. Perhaps he was contemplating his being here in the first place.
The Aussie felt a twinge in his chest. Seeing Jenson like this had almost become normal. The Brit was having a terrible year, and nothing seemed to be able to cheer him up. He realized that he profoundly missed seeing Jenson smile and hearing his laughter in the paddock.
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Jenson was alone in his hotel room, lying on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling. He wanted to sleep but couldn’t shut off his brain. He had been toying with the idea of leaving Formula 1, but still felt the need to prove himself, to show just how good a driver he was. He felt lost and alone. Unfortunately for him, his internal demons did nothing to improve his driving. Just as he let out yet another deep sigh, he heard knocking on the door. Jenson got up, opened the door and found a tall and tanned Mark standing in front of him.
“Hey” was all Mark said, holding up a bottle of rum in one hand and two glasses in the other.
Jenson pushed the door open and with the tilt of his head, invited Mark in. As Mark settled into one of the sofa chairs, he looked Jenson over. He had changed into a pair of jeans that was hugging his form in all the right places and a simple white t-shirt. His hair was disheveled and he had let his beard grow to a scruff, which Mark thought suited the Brit quite well. Mark poured the drinks and gave one to Jenson, who had remained silent thus far.
“So why are you here Mark?” asked Jenson as he positioned himself on the sofa facing Mark and took a much needed gulp of the drink.
“I thought you might need a distraction. I hate to see you like this” admitted Mark as he finished his drink and leaned in towards Jenson.
“Well unless you want to give me your car, I doubt there’s much you can do” Jenson told Mark with a sad smile.
Mark simply smiled at this comment “Well I can still try”. And his smile turned to a grin.
Jenson looked at Mark questionably, wondering what the Aussie was up to, and before he knew what happened, warm lips were against his. Jenson froze instantly, a thousand thoughts running through his head. But the warm and wet feeling of Mark’s lips, the taste of rum and the smell of Mark’s cologne brought him back in to the moment. His mouth opened slowly, allowing Mark access, who was taking his time with the Brit, finding his tongue and biting gently on his lips.
Jenson let out a heavy breath as Mark moved a hand to Jenson’s neck and grasped his hair and the other to his back, guiding him out of the chair. Mark’s arms were strong around him, not tender nor restrictive, but firm and supportive. And as Mark traced kisses along Jenson’s neck, Jenson realized that right now, he needed Mark. He needed his strength, his support, his embrace. He needed exactly what Mark was giving him. For the first time in months, it didn’t matter that his car was too slow, that he couldn’t out-qualify his teammate, or that people talked behind his back about him no longer belonging in Formula 1. No, none of that mattered at that instant because he knew this is where he belonged, and he wouldn’t have to go through the hard times alone anymore.
Mark felt himself pushed to the bed, and as Jenson climbed on top of him beaming, Mark saw the light had returned in Jenson’s eyes. Things were going to be okay for the Brit.