Congratulations
Pairing: Jenson Button/Nico Rosberg
Summary: the party after the Chinese Grand Prix.
Rating: black flag.
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Jenson texts him a date as they're leaving Bahrain, a time contained in a second text sent just seconds later and Nico glances up, catches his eye across the airport lounge and nearly nods at the bathroom except his flight is about to start boarding. Jenson winks, licks his bottom lip and watches Nico bite his own in response.
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Nico cooks, decides to slow the evening down a little. Too much of their time together is just sex, it's going to be nice to just spend time together before the inevitable conclusion. He's just opened the wine when Jenson lets himself in, cake box placed gently on the counter before he approaches Nico, cheekily dips him before he kisses him, bottle of champagne sat on the counter when Nico breaks the kiss gently, rests his head on Jenson's shoulder and breathes in his scent. Jenson kisses the crown of his head, hugs him close. "Dinner?"
"Yeah." Nico sighs, smiles and then pulls away to stir the potatoes, turning up the heat slightly. "I know you said party but I just wanted to spend time with you not in bed."
"Oh, so I'm bad in bed?" Jenson teases, mock frown.
"No!" Nico cries, turns around and points his wooden spoon at Jenson. "No. Excellent in and out of bed."
"Joking." Jenson laughs, wanders over and peers over Nico's shoulder at the food. "Looks good."
"Excellent. Wine." Nico nods at the bottle left out to breathe. "Five minutes, I think."
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They eat their dinner with feet tangling together under the table, hands brushing over the vegetables, easy flirting between them only made easier by the wine which they probably shouldn't be consuming in these quantities, but they don't care, not right now. They finish and chat for a while, finish off the bottle and then Jenson lifts his socked foot, nudges it between Nico's thighs and pushes it against his cock, watches Nico's eyelids flutter, his hips stuttering forwards into the pressure. "You want to take this somewhere else?" He asks, curls his toes against Nico's hardening cock. Nico moans, fingers curling around the edge of the table, before he nods, scrambles to his feet and after Jenson. Jenson sets the champagne bottle down on the bed and undoes each button on Nico's shirt, one by one, torturously slowly, fingers ghosting over Nico's chest, sliding over his shoulders to push the shirt off his shoulders, letting it crumple to the floor. He kneels then, runs his fingers down Nico's stomach to reach his belt, unbuckles it and tugs it free, tossing it onto the bed and working at the fastening of his jeans, mouthing at the swell of his cock in his boxers as he's peeling the denim down Nico's legs. Nico shudders, one hand running through Jenson's hair. The cotton follows the denim down his legs and then he finds himself pushed backwards onto his bed, Jenson standing up and peeling off his own shirt as Nico watches, rising up to rest on his elbows, legs sprawled wide as Jenson strips, deliberately teasing him, before he picks up the bottle, shaking it before he pops the cork, laughing along with Nico as some escapes around his thumb over the top of the bottle. He kneels over Nico's legs then, tipping it up and pouring it over Nico's chest, watching it dribble down his stomach, pooling in his belly button, trickling over his hips, mixing with the pre-come leaking from his cock. Jenson bends to lick it up, tongue darting into his belly button as Nico squirms, staring back at Jenson, unable to look away from his eyes, darkening with the lust running through him. Jenson pulls back then, tips his head back and exposes the glorious stretch of his neck when he takes a drink from the bottle. They kiss then, Jenson yanked down by Nico's hand on his shoulder, sharing champagne like they share come. Jenson pours it over his cock while they kiss, breaking it when Nico gasps, hips rolling up, champagne trickling over his balls, between his legs. Jenson moves down his body again then, licks at his balls, taking them into his mouth, sucking gently as Nico moans, hips pushing up into Jenson's mouth. Jenson rolls him over then, and Nico ruts into the mattress when Jenson pours champagne down his back, letting it fall drip by drip down his spine, licking it up after he's done so.
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The next splash of champagne trickles between the cheeks of his arse, Jenson setting the bottle down as he bites gently at the place where the perfectly rounded arse in front of him meets toned thighs. Nico moans again, the sound cut off when Jenson pulls his arse cheeks apart and licks over his hole. "Jense-" He gasps, moans again when Jenson repeats his action. Jenson drags all sorts of sounds out of him as he continues, whimpers and groans and mewls, gasps and pleas for more. He grants him that, sliding slick fingers into him, stretching him out, tongue darting around his fingers.
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"So proud of you." Jenson whispers in Nico's ear, rubbing the head of his cock against Nico's stretched hole. Nico moans, trying to move back against Jenson. This is the way things always go, one of them will drive the other to desperation, teasing them, playing with them. But then neither of them can tease for long, and so Jenson thrusts home, hard and fast like the rhythm he sets, biting at the nape of Nico's neck as the younger man shudders underneath him.
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It's not the first time, not by a long way, but Jenson learns something new about Nico every single time they do this. Like the way Nico whimpers as Jenson bites a bruise on to the sensitive spot where neck meets shoulder. New spot to exploit later, he decides, and bites another bruise on a long-known hot spot, behind his ear. Nico cries out, body freezing under Jenson's as he comes, hips jerking into the mattress and losing the rhythm he'd found with Jenson. Jenson follows him over the edge, and then they both still, gasping for breath, nuzzling wet kisses onto Nico's jaw.
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"If this is what happens when I win-" Nico pants, laughs as they find themselves sat naked, covered in come and lube and champagne, drinking the rest of the champagne from the bottle and sharing the cake. Jenson snorts, leans over to bite yet another bruise on Nico's collarbone.
"Do I need an excuse to fuck you into the mattress?" He asks. Nico pretends to puzzle over the question for a moment before he laughs again, shakes his head and drinks more champagne, licks cake crumbs from Jenson's stomach where they've fallen with a wink and an exaggerate lick of his lips.
"Never."
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Summary: the party after the Chinese Grand Prix.
Rating: black flag.
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Jenson texts him a date as they're leaving Bahrain, a time contained in a second text sent just seconds later and Nico glances up, catches his eye across the airport lounge and nearly nods at the bathroom except his flight is about to start boarding. Jenson winks, licks his bottom lip and watches Nico bite his own in response.
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Nico cooks, decides to slow the evening down a little. Too much of their time together is just sex, it's going to be nice to just spend time together before the inevitable conclusion. He's just opened the wine when Jenson lets himself in, cake box placed gently on the counter before he approaches Nico, cheekily dips him before he kisses him, bottle of champagne sat on the counter when Nico breaks the kiss gently, rests his head on Jenson's shoulder and breathes in his scent. Jenson kisses the crown of his head, hugs him close. "Dinner?"
"Yeah." Nico sighs, smiles and then pulls away to stir the potatoes, turning up the heat slightly. "I know you said party but I just wanted to spend time with you not in bed."
"Oh, so I'm bad in bed?" Jenson teases, mock frown.
"No!" Nico cries, turns around and points his wooden spoon at Jenson. "No. Excellent in and out of bed."
"Joking." Jenson laughs, wanders over and peers over Nico's shoulder at the food. "Looks good."
"Excellent. Wine." Nico nods at the bottle left out to breathe. "Five minutes, I think."
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They eat their dinner with feet tangling together under the table, hands brushing over the vegetables, easy flirting between them only made easier by the wine which they probably shouldn't be consuming in these quantities, but they don't care, not right now. They finish and chat for a while, finish off the bottle and then Jenson lifts his socked foot, nudges it between Nico's thighs and pushes it against his cock, watches Nico's eyelids flutter, his hips stuttering forwards into the pressure. "You want to take this somewhere else?" He asks, curls his toes against Nico's hardening cock. Nico moans, fingers curling around the edge of the table, before he nods, scrambles to his feet and after Jenson. Jenson sets the champagne bottle down on the bed and undoes each button on Nico's shirt, one by one, torturously slowly, fingers ghosting over Nico's chest, sliding over his shoulders to push the shirt off his shoulders, letting it crumple to the floor. He kneels then, runs his fingers down Nico's stomach to reach his belt, unbuckles it and tugs it free, tossing it onto the bed and working at the fastening of his jeans, mouthing at the swell of his cock in his boxers as he's peeling the denim down Nico's legs. Nico shudders, one hand running through Jenson's hair. The cotton follows the denim down his legs and then he finds himself pushed backwards onto his bed, Jenson standing up and peeling off his own shirt as Nico watches, rising up to rest on his elbows, legs sprawled wide as Jenson strips, deliberately teasing him, before he picks up the bottle, shaking it before he pops the cork, laughing along with Nico as some escapes around his thumb over the top of the bottle. He kneels over Nico's legs then, tipping it up and pouring it over Nico's chest, watching it dribble down his stomach, pooling in his belly button, trickling over his hips, mixing with the pre-come leaking from his cock. Jenson bends to lick it up, tongue darting into his belly button as Nico squirms, staring back at Jenson, unable to look away from his eyes, darkening with the lust running through him. Jenson pulls back then, tips his head back and exposes the glorious stretch of his neck when he takes a drink from the bottle. They kiss then, Jenson yanked down by Nico's hand on his shoulder, sharing champagne like they share come. Jenson pours it over his cock while they kiss, breaking it when Nico gasps, hips rolling up, champagne trickling over his balls, between his legs. Jenson moves down his body again then, licks at his balls, taking them into his mouth, sucking gently as Nico moans, hips pushing up into Jenson's mouth. Jenson rolls him over then, and Nico ruts into the mattress when Jenson pours champagne down his back, letting it fall drip by drip down his spine, licking it up after he's done so.
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The next splash of champagne trickles between the cheeks of his arse, Jenson setting the bottle down as he bites gently at the place where the perfectly rounded arse in front of him meets toned thighs. Nico moans again, the sound cut off when Jenson pulls his arse cheeks apart and licks over his hole. "Jense-" He gasps, moans again when Jenson repeats his action. Jenson drags all sorts of sounds out of him as he continues, whimpers and groans and mewls, gasps and pleas for more. He grants him that, sliding slick fingers into him, stretching him out, tongue darting around his fingers.
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"So proud of you." Jenson whispers in Nico's ear, rubbing the head of his cock against Nico's stretched hole. Nico moans, trying to move back against Jenson. This is the way things always go, one of them will drive the other to desperation, teasing them, playing with them. But then neither of them can tease for long, and so Jenson thrusts home, hard and fast like the rhythm he sets, biting at the nape of Nico's neck as the younger man shudders underneath him.
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It's not the first time, not by a long way, but Jenson learns something new about Nico every single time they do this. Like the way Nico whimpers as Jenson bites a bruise on to the sensitive spot where neck meets shoulder. New spot to exploit later, he decides, and bites another bruise on a long-known hot spot, behind his ear. Nico cries out, body freezing under Jenson's as he comes, hips jerking into the mattress and losing the rhythm he'd found with Jenson. Jenson follows him over the edge, and then they both still, gasping for breath, nuzzling wet kisses onto Nico's jaw.
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"If this is what happens when I win-" Nico pants, laughs as they find themselves sat naked, covered in come and lube and champagne, drinking the rest of the champagne from the bottle and sharing the cake. Jenson snorts, leans over to bite yet another bruise on Nico's collarbone.
"Do I need an excuse to fuck you into the mattress?" He asks. Nico pretends to puzzle over the question for a moment before he laughs again, shakes his head and drinks more champagne, licks cake crumbs from Jenson's stomach where they've fallen with a wink and an exaggerate lick of his lips.
"Never."
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