Waking Up Next To You
Pairing: Charles Pic/Kimi Raikkonen
Rating: red flag.
Kimi wakes up over-warm, unable to move and he's confused at first except then he realises that Charles sleeps on beside him, using his chest as a pillow, arm wrapped around his waist, their legs tangled together. And he has to muffle his shocked gasp because this, the one night stand that truly was a one night stand, this is the only man who's ever stayed. Who's ever truly slept with him, alongside him. Fernando rarely ever fell asleep beside him, and he was certainly never there when he woke, cold and lonely. But this, this thing that meant nothing, somehow means more than a years-long relationship has. Because Charles has stayed.
And then he starts over thinking. Because even when he wriggles, squirms in Charles' arms, the Frenchman sleeps on, even as Kimi switches on one of the bedside lamps. Maybe its just that Charles is a heavy sleeper, maybe-
But Charles yawns, lips smacking together as he screws up his nose and its adorable and Kimi stops breathing for long seconds, absently strokes his hand along Charles' spine and breathes out once he settles back into sleep. He's never gotten to enjoy this, and he deliberately relaxes back into the mattress, into Charles' arms. It might not last much longer, and so he determines that he'll enjoy it while he can, the simple pleasure of the skin-on-skin contact, the warmth, the bliss that's bone-deep and mind-calming. This is so different to his usual intimate moments with people, there's no rush, no desperation, no sex. But it's wonderful. He wants more, and Charles seems willing to grant it, sleeps on with barely a snuffle.
It's another long hour, glorious hour, timed by his glances at the alarm clock, before Charles stirs, and even Kimi's hand stroking through his hair isn't enough to keep him asleep, but Kimi can't begrudge him that, not when he looks so adorable waking up, nose scrunching up, eyelids flickering, sleepy stretch, huge yawn. He startles once he realises where he is, but smiles, shyly, blushing as he snuggles close once he sees that Kimi hasn't done anything to throw him out. "Hello." He murmurs, blinking at Kimi.
"Why are you still here?" He can't help but ask, and Charles' blush deepens, a pretty red across his cheeks. He shrugs, begins to pull back and Kimi can't help the tiny whimper that slips out.
"I can, uem, go?" He says, sitting up and clutching the duvet to himself. And its his shy reluctance to go anywhere, duvet clutched around himself, that has Kimi cautiously reaching out a hand, stroking his fingers gently over a warm, blushed cheek.
"No." He says, and Charles ducks his head, smiles, moves into Kimi's gentle touch. He yawns again, lifts a hand to rub his eyes, flops down next to Kimi and carefully nudges himself closer to Kimi.
And there they stay. Kimi prefers quiet, Charles is shy, and so they don't talk. Just enjoy this, lying next to each other, limbs gradually entwining again, listening to the sounds outside the window, the city going about its daily business, the bustling nightlife thriving outside the window. And it's a wonderful thing just to lie there and listen, relax, take things easy the day after the race. They're still on European time, and so it's dark, deceiving when you're awake, and that more than anything makes it easier to doze the time away.
Charles is pouting when he leans over to kiss Kimi for the first time sober, that sour hint of sleep blending with the sweeter one of whatever he'd drunk the night before, and he's even more delicious than Kimi vaguely remembers, and he reaches up to clutch at Charles' shoulder, pulling him closer. "I need to go." He whispers, into Kimi's mouth, though the way his lips keep moving against Kimi's, it's clear that he doesn't want to.
"Where? Why?" Kimi whines into his mouth, letting his other hand wander, exploring the warm, smooth expanse of his back.
"Flight." Charles explains, breaking the kiss finally, pulling back and resisting the urge to kiss Kimi again, even if it takes some considerable effort as Kimi deliberately puts himself on display, kicking the duvet off and sprawling out on the bed, hand sliding down his body. "Kimi-" He groans, and he does leave late, in the end, but not late enough that it matters, but what does matter is that he leaves with Kimi's number in his phone and a promise to meet up when they can. Kimi flops back onto the bed with a breathy laugh, wriggling to get comfy in the warm patch Charles has left behind and relaxing, smiling and genuinely looking forward to a budding relationship that he thinks he might actually enjoy being a part of.
Rating: red flag.
Kimi wakes up over-warm, unable to move and he's confused at first except then he realises that Charles sleeps on beside him, using his chest as a pillow, arm wrapped around his waist, their legs tangled together. And he has to muffle his shocked gasp because this, the one night stand that truly was a one night stand, this is the only man who's ever stayed. Who's ever truly slept with him, alongside him. Fernando rarely ever fell asleep beside him, and he was certainly never there when he woke, cold and lonely. But this, this thing that meant nothing, somehow means more than a years-long relationship has. Because Charles has stayed.
And then he starts over thinking. Because even when he wriggles, squirms in Charles' arms, the Frenchman sleeps on, even as Kimi switches on one of the bedside lamps. Maybe its just that Charles is a heavy sleeper, maybe-
But Charles yawns, lips smacking together as he screws up his nose and its adorable and Kimi stops breathing for long seconds, absently strokes his hand along Charles' spine and breathes out once he settles back into sleep. He's never gotten to enjoy this, and he deliberately relaxes back into the mattress, into Charles' arms. It might not last much longer, and so he determines that he'll enjoy it while he can, the simple pleasure of the skin-on-skin contact, the warmth, the bliss that's bone-deep and mind-calming. This is so different to his usual intimate moments with people, there's no rush, no desperation, no sex. But it's wonderful. He wants more, and Charles seems willing to grant it, sleeps on with barely a snuffle.
It's another long hour, glorious hour, timed by his glances at the alarm clock, before Charles stirs, and even Kimi's hand stroking through his hair isn't enough to keep him asleep, but Kimi can't begrudge him that, not when he looks so adorable waking up, nose scrunching up, eyelids flickering, sleepy stretch, huge yawn. He startles once he realises where he is, but smiles, shyly, blushing as he snuggles close once he sees that Kimi hasn't done anything to throw him out. "Hello." He murmurs, blinking at Kimi.
"Why are you still here?" He can't help but ask, and Charles' blush deepens, a pretty red across his cheeks. He shrugs, begins to pull back and Kimi can't help the tiny whimper that slips out.
"I can, uem, go?" He says, sitting up and clutching the duvet to himself. And its his shy reluctance to go anywhere, duvet clutched around himself, that has Kimi cautiously reaching out a hand, stroking his fingers gently over a warm, blushed cheek.
"No." He says, and Charles ducks his head, smiles, moves into Kimi's gentle touch. He yawns again, lifts a hand to rub his eyes, flops down next to Kimi and carefully nudges himself closer to Kimi.
And there they stay. Kimi prefers quiet, Charles is shy, and so they don't talk. Just enjoy this, lying next to each other, limbs gradually entwining again, listening to the sounds outside the window, the city going about its daily business, the bustling nightlife thriving outside the window. And it's a wonderful thing just to lie there and listen, relax, take things easy the day after the race. They're still on European time, and so it's dark, deceiving when you're awake, and that more than anything makes it easier to doze the time away.
Charles is pouting when he leans over to kiss Kimi for the first time sober, that sour hint of sleep blending with the sweeter one of whatever he'd drunk the night before, and he's even more delicious than Kimi vaguely remembers, and he reaches up to clutch at Charles' shoulder, pulling him closer. "I need to go." He whispers, into Kimi's mouth, though the way his lips keep moving against Kimi's, it's clear that he doesn't want to.
"Where? Why?" Kimi whines into his mouth, letting his other hand wander, exploring the warm, smooth expanse of his back.
"Flight." Charles explains, breaking the kiss finally, pulling back and resisting the urge to kiss Kimi again, even if it takes some considerable effort as Kimi deliberately puts himself on display, kicking the duvet off and sprawling out on the bed, hand sliding down his body. "Kimi-" He groans, and he does leave late, in the end, but not late enough that it matters, but what does matter is that he leaves with Kimi's number in his phone and a promise to meet up when they can. Kimi flops back onto the bed with a breathy laugh, wriggling to get comfy in the warm patch Charles has left behind and relaxing, smiling and genuinely looking forward to a budding relationship that he thinks he might actually enjoy being a part of.