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Nico was therapy’s poster child between him and Lewis. God knows the hours he spent with his therapist to have a functioning coping system. He was quick to anxiety, prone to overthinking, blanking his mind till he found an escape to not go through his emotions, and mainly refused to have a healthy relationship.
Sure by 2015 Lewis and him were only held together by their years of shared past. But those years mean something, Nico knows that and he knows Lewis does. He knows Lewis does because for all the fights they had, for all the hours he spent partying with Sebastian while ignoring Nico, for all the vile statements in front of cameras, despite it all Lewis would not stop seeking him out. Because, at the end of the day, for all the poison they threw at each other, they also knew this would stay as anger and acts of bitterness if and only when thrown at each other. Nico knew, and Lewis knew that this when thrown at anyone else would join with every social tag Lewis and Nico bore since childhood.
Maybe it was that comfort that refused them to let the other go. Three years of having the whole paddock privy to their fights, have Toto stand witness to every personal provocation thrown at the other and three years of Niki and everyone in the mercedes garage questioning their career choices.
But the 2016 season ended, Nico was the world champion, he won, he was not just Keke Rosberg’s son with a pretty face digging a seat for himself among the racers. He had it in him. He won, against Lewis, and to Nico that meant the most, because Nico spent his life since he met the man considering him the most talented racer the sport has ever met and he won against him. He might have played russian roulette with his sanity and health, but nonetheless he won.
If you ask Nico years later he couldn't say with details on how it went down. He remembers partying like a mad man, he remembers crying to his dad in anger while drunk that Lewis refused to even congratulate him while not looking like he did it for Toto to stop the nagging. “Why wouldn't he, papa!?!”, he remembers crying and screaming to his father. He did! He hugged Lewis for his championships, he smiled, he had his face held by Lewis when he gave the man his biggest grin saying, “I knew you always had it in you Lew”, “I'm the happiest right now for you Lew, second championship! Always believed you Lew!” and “Congratulations Lewis, never doubted you man”. He did that. He did. Did Lewis not think he had it in him?
Maybe it was the feeling of injustice and anger that drove him off his own party, getting a taxi to their shared hotel and banging on the door he remembers Toto telling in pass as Lewis'.
He doesn't remember much but the feeling of waking up to Lewis hugging him from back with face mushed against the back of Nico’s neck was something he doubts he'll ever forget.
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Lewis remembers the first time he saw Nico. He would deny ever remembering it for the longest time, accepting defeat to his long standing charade years later to the man in the silence of a dimly lit kitchen. Contrary to everyone else's belief, Lewis always knew the emotions he was going through. Almost cold in understanding himself, Nico used to tell him he was his own personal therapist.
Lewis remembers being told that he was to surely have a seat with Mclaren in 2007, he remembers his hands running across the pad hitting Nico’s number in muscle memory, calling the boy before his own parents were made aware of the years of hard work coming to fruition. Nico, who almost ripped his ears off clean with how loud he was screaming, had to have his father grab the phone off Nico's hands and ask Lewis what happened. Lewis laughed as he started tearing up, choking his words to Keke.
Nico again was the first person his legs ran to when Niki Lauda spoke with him for his seat in Mercedes. Nico stared at his face, blank for a hot minute when Lewis screamed the news to his face immediately on opening the door. Lewis was worried for a bit before Nico started tearing up and jumped on him, hugging him tight as Lewis started laughing and walked in carrying Nico with him as he closed the door and went to sit on the sofa and Nico continued to ramble near his ears.
“Everything Lew, everything we ever wanted no?! We always wanted this, and finally- Lewis oh my god, me and you in one team, finally. It is so good Lew, so so good, we can do this, please we will have each other when we are out there, I can't believe this-”
“Nico”
The man looked down, face too close, both not realising the proximity as Nico sat on Lewis with expression lit up, almost blinding.
“I am happy too man, beyond words”
Nico hugged him so hard that the neck he spent hours training almost felt a twinge of pain later.
When asked by their friends and relatives years and years later if they ever regretted this moment of happiness considering the three years they spent meeting the other's eyes with fury, anger and jealousy in it, oh well what can you say really?
The three years Lewis spent fighting with Nico he remembers friends telling him or Nico that it would be better for them to have distance. To not be quick in throwing words at the other. Sebastian and Jenson grew frustrated at the both of them, they never understood why Lewis who was the first to walk away from fights, from years of being told he has to try twice as harder than others to be respected, double the niceties and never to stray off rules to be considered a clean driver, was quick in dishing it back twice as hard when it came to Nico Rosberg. He tried, but with Nico he was always reduced to the thirteen year old whining to his dad that Nico screwed him over at turn 2 in their karting races or the fifteen year old mumbling in annoyance over Nico to Keke while the older man smirked and messed his hair, agreeing with any complaint he had towards the man's son.
When Nico won his championship he remembers the anger that rattled him but also the shame that suffocated his lungs every time he tried bringing a genuine smile so he could freeze it and shove the face in front of Nico so the man would believe him. Guilt at having to force out wishes to the man because Toto finally found him and dragged him to Nico. He high tailed out of the room knowing Nico was glaring at him as he found his cage in his own room.
When Nico banged on his door hours later Lewis was staring up at the ceiling, hands on the keypad of his phone, messages open to Nico’s contact as he spent hours trying to send a congratulatory message. Nico had stormed into his room when opened, eyes filled with fury, not anything a world champion who he knew gave up on everything for a whole year to be where he was now ought to be feeling.
“You are a horrible man Lewis!”, he shouted, accent thick from the clearly huge amounts of alcohol consumed. “I congratulated you! All the time! Even when it killed me! You couldn't even bring yourself to at least act the same? Having Toto drag you to me? Do you have no shame? To me? Do I stand so low in your eyes?!”, when Lewis came closer to the other to try explaining himself, to have him understand that no it wasn't Nico's fault, Nico had brought his hands up and shoved Lewis causing him to fall on the bed.
“Did you not think I had it in me Lew? Was I ever someone you saw as your equal? I had to do all this Lewis. I had to win. I couldn't remain the son of a champion who was just never good enough to snag a win for his own. Why don't you get me? I was always honest to you, wasn't I?”, Nico crumbled to the ground, breath hitching as tears fell down his face. Lewis immediately closed in on him the second time that night and hugged him tight. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Nico, I really am. I will make it up to you, please”. Nico’s sobs were yet to stop but he hugged back, hands coming up hesitant to hold Lewis' face, his own leaning to rest his forehead on Lewis' lips. Lewis remembers sitting still with Nico right there for the longest time until it was apparent that Nico fell asleep and he slowly stood up, carrying Nico with him to the bed and pulling them together like they were fourteen again patching up and cuddling together after a tough race.
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For the world Lewis and Nico’s chapter as friends ended in 2016 when Nico walked away from their fight by having the last word. The world didn't know of Nico waking up the day after he won the championship in Lewis' arms. The world didn't know of the shock that gripped Nico as he stared at Lewis until the very man could feel the unnatural stillness and woke up.
“Hey”, Lewis said simply. Was there anything else to say right now, really? Nico continued to stare at him, shock turning to puzzlement. Lewis, who refused to acknowledge him if not for a fight, Lewis who was an active participant in the mind games they had going on to screw the other, Lewis who couldn't wait to run away from their garage the moment races ended to party with Sebastian and Lewis who was now somehow completely relaxed at waking up to Nico in his arms like they were teenagers again.
“We need to talk Nico”
They were seated in the opposite ends of the couch, both yet to open their phones and let the craziness from last night in. “I owe you an apology Nico. I wanted to congratulate you man, I really did and there is a part of me that is very happy that you won, that you got to prove yourself for who you are and this is very much true. It would also be a lie to say I am not bitter about losing. You know me mate, to stand and watch myself loose was never my thing. I was mad that I lost because a part of me till the very end thought I am walking out of this as a winner. I am sorry, I am”.
Nico stood up and walked towards him and slumped right next to the man. “I owe you an apology too. I should have never let my insecurities get between us, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. The three years we spent fighting Lewis and all I remember now is the regret at just not talking it out with you. I'm so sorry Lew”. He knew Lewis was staring at him but he couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes.
Lewis slowly raised his hand hovering it over Nico's shoulders before pulling him closer. “We'll figure it out, we'll do better next season. We can be better now that you proved what you always wanted to”. Nico froze, slowly pushing himself away and turning in the seat to face Lewis.
Face visible with anxiety raising and lips being bitten by his own teeth, “I won't”. Lewis furrowed his eyebrows, “You won't? Won't what?”.
“I thought about it before the last race, how I just have to give it all one last time, and for the first time in months the idea of never racing again only gave me relief and I finally knew what I had to do. I am retiring Lewis”, a small sad smile adorning his face.
Lewis froze, face twisting and falling in a grimace. “You want to retire?”.
“Lewis”
He stood up in disbelief, looking down at Nico, “No? I don't get it? You always wanted this, always. You dreamed of an F1 seat from the day we met and you are a champion now, you can race in peace with nothing to prove and you want to walk out now? What?”
“Lewis please. I love this world, I grew up in this, running from one track to another for my dad and then for myself and everytime I lost races, everytime I didn't finish one or got disqualified all that kept me going was this championship I could get one day. But this killed me Lew, do you even recognise me the way I am now?”
“Always, I will always recognise you, what are you on about? We race together, man. We always did, even in different teams but always there in the paddock for the other”
Nico scoffed, “I have been going to therapists for months. Did you know that? No. Do you know what I eat? A bowl of dry frosties and a cup of tablets to keep me from passing out. My doctor wanted me to walk away from this to rest even before the break this season. Were you there to know this? No, you were with Sebastian or Daniel or Kimi or Romain, I don't know, but not by me”
“You have been going to therapists? How did I not know?”
Nico looked away, unable to gaze at the sheer guilt shining in Lewis's face. “It is not your fault. I mean, I was great at hiding too but atle-”
“Did anyone know?”
Nico stopped, staring at him in despair. “So people knew, who did?”
“Jenson found me passed out after monza in my driver's room and Max walked in on me puking after the dinner in Alonso’s. Niki and Toto because well it is my medicals”
Lewis sat down on the floor in disbelief. Tears filled his face as he flickered up at Nico, “So retiring huh?”, curve of his lips painful and in defeat that Nico’s eyes teared up in companionship. He bent down from the couch, hands coming down to hold Lewis's face, “I'll be there for you Lewis. This time by your side, I promise and I promise to get better”.
Lewis shook his hand coming up to hug him tight, pushing Nico into the couch, “No, I will. I will be there for you this time around. I swear”
When Nico announced his retirement he left the room to Lewis waiting for him. Niki saw them walking out of the building, Lewis holding Nico's waist as the man leaned against him seeking comfort. He finally felt peace for the boy who just, always, tried so hard.
Nico walked out of being an F1 racer that day with Lewis standing by his side and holding him close.
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It was two years later when Nico questioned his years of therapy and goal towards individuation.
Nico was in a tight suit, pants suffocating his nether regions and coat aiming to smother him. He didn't have to do this, but it was for Mika. How could he say no to the sweet Fin?
*24 hrs earlier*
Nico felt like Mitchell from modern family with the amount of despair that filled him for standing in a store buying vegan fake bacon bits. You could actually eat real bacon! And Nico promises it tastes better too! He grumbles as he throws the package in his cart.
Winning a driver's championship is what every racer in the grid wishes to achieve, and winning a fifth championship is phenomenal. People would sell their souls to even start believing that they could commit such feats, fuck, Nico almost lost himself to get one but Lewis did. Lewis got his fifth championship and Nico had curled up in Lewis' motorhome that he watched the race in private from others to make sure the fans didn't know he was attending the race, and cried till he couldn't breathe properly. He was happy, more than happy, he was proud, elated and swelling with admiration for his best friend. His best friend.
His Lewis did it.
Nico had jumped on Lewis when the man finally made it back to the privacy of the motorhome while Lewis was still smiling hard in disbelief and returned the high, pulling Nico in firmly against him.
That was two weeks back before Nico came back alone to Monaco while Lewis went to England with his family. Nico misses him crazy despite them constantly being on calls with each other. At some point the previous week Lewis' step mum had ripped the phone off him and begged Nico to fly in and stay with them.
“Darling you are always welcome here, in fact we would love for you to be here. Lewis would at least have his head here and not flying around your living room”
Nico had blushed and apologized. He would love to be with Lewis in london but he knew of how often he was with Lewis and the man would love some alone time with his family. Suffice to say, Nico made sure to keep their calls to a single long one at the end of the day.
But now, Nico was excited. Lewis had called in to say he would be back by the end of the day. Sure catering to Lewis' ridiculous vegan foods had his eye rolling every two minutes but well, anything for Lewis? Yeah, anything for Lewis.
He was flying back to Monaco to spend time with him instead of going on a party spin around the world or doing all the crazy things the world of the rich offers. He could put up with a fake bacon recipe, he could also call him Cameron from modern family and piss him off after dinner.
“Nico?"
Nico looked back, and there stood Mika Hakkinen. Nico's face immediately lit up in a big bea.. He adored Mika, the man was always kind to him. Nico remembers all the times Mika used to side with him when he threw a fit of boredom at his dad for bringing him along to races. Or all the times the older man sneaked chocolates to him when he visited Nico's parents. Or when he used to annoy Michael by visiting the mercedes garages and ignored his teammate just to screw with him for playing mind games with Nico.
“Mika! How are you?”
Twenty minutes later Nico was comfortable in Mika’s house, five floors below his own house as he waited for the Fin to be done with his coffee.
“Toto said you weren't signing the contract for a mercedes ambassadorship”, Nico glanced at Mika setting down a hot cup of tea.
Nico let out a surprised laugh, “You ask Toto about me?". Mika gave him a look. Really Rosberg?. "I worry about you and Toto was asking about you to me because you know, we are neighbours and I’m close to your father”.
Nico slowly nodded and shook his head. "No, no more mercedes contracts".
“Busy with anything else?"
Okay, Nico knew of Mika being one of the few people who were aware of his deteriorating mental health during the championship. Mika had been one of the few people who came to him with understanding as his retirement announcement hit. Mika, the loving man that he is, surely remembered that Nico needed something in life to keep him busy. And Nico was busy. Between therapy, trips with Lewis, tagging along with Lewis for at this point to most of the races or his random hobbies that fill his life, Nico has been busy. Life has been great. But, he can't tell Mika that?
Everyone in Lewis and his lives were aware of them being better since his retirement, just how close they were though was something only he and Lewis were privy too, including Angela and Lewis's closest staff in mercedes. He still remembers all the people who took sides during their fights, all the people who insisted on them having some distance and while it was all in good intent it still refused to not leave a bad taste in Nico's mouth. So, when they started building their friendship two years ago it was decided to keep it all vague and simple to everyone else.
“No. Nothing much", with a small smile.
Mika kept staring at his face for a second before his hands came to slap his thighs as he sat across Nico. “There is a charity I have to attend tomorrow. Why don't you tag along with me?".
“Charity?"
“Yeah. Tomorrow. You are free, aren't you? Mar was planning on being my plus one but she had a few meetings she couldn't skip. Why don't you come with me, it would be a good change Nico”
Nico had all the intentions to refuse the invitation but Mika was just giving him his warmest smile and Nico couldn't explain everything he actually got going on. Mika afterall was also a great company.
So, he agreed.
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Nico was flashing his tightest smile, uncomfortable in his own skin and itching to escape from the conversation he got stuck in.
“-- I mean it is just so hard isn't it? The job is already consuming and between all these good works we do it is like we have no time for ourselves. It has been two weeks since I took my yacht out from the docks. My golf? I wish I had the time. Do you golf Mr.Rosberg?"
Nico wanted to roll his eyes so hard he wished they got stuck in the back so he could look at his brain as it regrets agreeing with Mika to join him. The Fin had left his side and was around other older patrons while Nico was to loiter with the pompous rich morons in his age who couldn't care less for the charity except to throw in enough money and evade their taxes with their egos bloated from moral superiority. Nico would do anything to be on his couch and continue the show he was binging with Lewis from last night.
He gave a small nod to the man and stood up. “I'm a bit tired Mr Laurent, I would love to continue our conversation but I have to use the lavatory".
Picking up a drink from the tables at the head he left for the balcony to have some peace. Ah, Monaco is pretty when you stand in its rare serenity under the starry nights watching the smooth water in the ocean sparkling under the shining moon.
“Bun giurnu”
Nico glanced back. A man, around his age stood against the door to the balcony smiling at him.
“Hello", nodding at him and turning back to stare at the ocean again.
“I saw you with Gaston back there”
"Mr Laurent yes, sure we were talking yes"
“Business partners the both of us, annoying but he gets the work done"
“Can you speak of your partner like that Mr?’
" Jean Bernard. Your distaste was quite apparent Mr Rosberg, I was planning on saving you from him"
“Ah, I would be more impressed if you didn't know me Mr Bernard"
The man gave a small smirk, “A bit overambitious to expect obscurity in the city that holds the heart of F1 racing as a world champion, is it not Mr Rosberg? Please call me Jean though, Bernard makes me want to turn around expecting my father”.
Nico smirked and nodded, "Call me Nico, Rosberg is my father Keke”
An hour later, Nico could say he liked Jean. The man was funny, engaging in his conversation and was really passionate for his cause. Nico was comfortable enough to rant in front of the man while Jean nodded and reflected back the ardor.
A buzz in his pocket had him pausing in between his talk to glance down. He gave a small smile as an excuse as he pulled the phone out to check and his grin widened.
Lewis:
I'm sooo bored
If you aren't back my ten I'm continuing our watch at where we left You
Nico I know you are bored there too
Come backkkkkkk
Nico pressed his lips to stop the laugh threatening to spill out.
Don't you dare!
I will literally ban you from my house
No watching Joe Goldberg without me
Lewis:
He lives!
You love me too much to ban me
Come back coward.
You are an idiot.
Give me thirty minutes
He put his phone down and stood up. “I really have to go back, Jean. I'm really sorry"
Jean shook his head, " No, it's okay. Did you come here by yourself?”
"Oh no, I'm here with Mika”
Jean nodded and searched around. Spotting Mika who was still busy with others, Jean stared back at him. "Mr Hakkinen seems busy, why don't I drop you at your house?"
“Oh no, it's okay. I can take a cab, I'll be fine"
“Oh come on Nico. Monaco is not big enough for it to be a hassle for me to even drop you at the other end of the city from my house"
Nico once looked back at Mika and then at Jean, and nodded. Sure, what the hell? Less work for him.
He quickly sent a text to Mika of his leaving and left with Jean. It took fifteen minutes to reach his house as he slowly stepped out of Jean's car.
Jean stepped out along with him and stared at Nico. “Hey”
"Hey?”, Nico asked back confused, was he supposed to invite Jean back. He didn't know how this worked. Lewis was staying over, he surely can't just ask Jean to come up.
" I know this might come off in haste, but I have a gala next week in Marseille. It was for ocean conservation by a close friend, I'm sure you'll be interested. Why don't you come along as my plus one”
Nico stared in puzzlement.
"Just to be clear, as my date, I am asking you out”
Nico's eyes widened. Oh.
A short uncomfortable laugh forced out from him, " A date, oh, um Jean I don't know, I have-” What does he have exactly?
"Oh, I’m sorry Nico, do you not date men? Or oh, do you have a partner? I'm sorry if I misread”
Nico was lost. What was he to say? Has he dated men? No, he dates women, but it was more convenient when he was young. He has made out with men, sure. Jenson was fun and he enjoyed those days of lazy make outs in dingy bars after horrible race weeks. He enjoyed all the times Mark flirted with him or those times he shoved Sebastian against motorhomes to kiss him while the fellow blonde gave him the dirtiest smirks. He was bisexual, nothing that shocked him enough.
But a partner? No he doesn't have a partner. Yet a sense of guilt crawls up his throat at the idea of even going on a date with Jean. Why?
Jean must have seen the thoughts filling his head and put his hand on Nico’s shoulders. “Hey, I'll be fine with you not wanting to. I just asked you out, I would hate myself if I didn't try. You just appeared like an angel sitting there all pretty with your perfect ass in those tight pants. Just think about it and reach out before next saturday?"
Nico slowly agreed and made his way into his complex in hurry, not looking back.
He banged on his apartment door, staring down at his feet and took a deep breath. Jean was attractive, he would be a fool to say he wasn't, as tall as him, jaw chiseled like he lives in the gym yet natural enough like he doesn't obsess over his appearance. Tan running over his body like a beautiful kiss from the sun, hair blonde like him with bright green eyes.
Yet, Nico couldn't care less. He was attractive but it didn't do it for him.
The door opened and there was Lewis. Lewis in his track pants and loose vest with his braids pulled back by a band. He gave a dopey grin and turned to let Nico in.
“I was about to start the show if you weren't here in another two minutes"
Nico looked up from removing his shoes and scoffed, “You wouldn't dare Hamilton"
He heard Lewis' laugh as he removed his coat and started stripping out of his tight suit. He let out a loud sigh in relief from escaping the uncomfortable outfit and looked around. Lewis's old black fleece hoodie and tracks were thrown over his work table. Nico grabbed them.
Lewis saw him as he made his way out. “Stop stealing my clothes Nico". " Stop buying nice hoodies and leaving them all over my room then”.
Lewis shaked his head and going back to his phone, "There is some mac n cheese left for you”
"What?”
Lewis, still not looking up from scrolling through instagram said, " I know you don't like eating out during galas and probably filled yourself with alcohol. Eat the food”
Nico stilled. He stared intently at Lewis in his messy living room. Nico's shoes still thrown around at the entrance, his shirt he was wearing prior to the gala on the couch, the bowl they had for popcorn from previous night still on the coffee table by the couch, Lewis's clothes in his room, the food he cooked for himself in Nico's kitchen in the fridge, left over for Nico cause he knew of how he functioned and of course, Lewis who was sitting on his couch waiting for Nico to join him so they could watch some show in peace instead of him partying around the world. Lewis who was here with him.
And Nico Rosberg lost his mind.
There was not a time when Lewis wasn't someone he crushed on. It was pathetic really. It was almost brimming admiration when he first met Lewis when they were thirteen. This tiny kid with the prettiest eyes and the fastest on track who somehow chose to be best friends with him. This Lewis who had the kindest smile every time Nico ranted over anything he was anxious over.
How could he NOT be interested in Lewis?
Infatuation that went on to be a teenage crush then just obsession. He used to be so obvious, apparent from when Mark once dragged him away from the others in a party back in 2007.
“Britney seriously man, calm your tits. Oh my god I thought you were bad last year when you snuck Lewis in every conversation but this is, woah, you could bend over the table sitting on Lewis's lap and give him your pretty smile and it would be less embarrassing than your staring. Tone it down or confess wow”
Suffice to say Nico pulled it together. He played his part on camera, keeping it civil with Lewis, keeping his staring only for the videos he found online. But then they became teammates, the fights, the glares, the months of ignoring the other, games to screw each over and Nico thought he moved on.
Nico knew he can't date Lewis, the man didn't even hold such significance over Nico like he did for him. Fucking hell, Lewis couldn't remember when they met and Nico could remember which finger in Lewis's gloves had a tear when they first met.
Nico was glad when he got another chance with him after his retirement. He was buoyed at where they stood now.
Standing here in his living room outside his kitchen he couldn't ignore just how domestic everything was between them. He couldn't even answer for a date with Jean, couldn't answer if he had a partner and couldn't ignore the guilt he held over being asked out.
Nico let out a startled laugh. What was he doing? Is this just how friends were? He knew his relationship with Lewis was not conventional. His therapist had called it codependent. It was, yes. But was it bad enough that the idea of dating someone else felt like betraying his relationship with Lewis?
Nico looked at Lewis again, body filling with adrenaline. He knew he was going to blame the alcohol in his system tomorrow for his actions he was about to commit.
He could talk his predicament over with Lewis like a normal person. But Nico is coming to realise that his therapy is shit when it comes to Lewis Hamilton and his self preservation, non-existent.
Nico stalked over to the couch and sat next to Lewis staring at the television waiting to be played. With all the fake nonchalance he could act with he stared at the screen intently.
“I met someone in the gala"
“Yeah?", Lewis said, non-committedly.
“Jean. He has a tech firm. He asked me out on a date"
Nico turned to stare at Lewis. Lewis who was now still, hands paused from the constant scrolling.
He looked up, face blank, “A date?"
“Hmm, a date", Nico nodded.
“Oh, you? Why? Does he know of m– Do you wan– What did you say?”
"I haven't said anything yet”
Lewis nodded slowly, face still blank, " What are you planning on saying?”
"I don't know. I am still in shock at being asked out and told I got a perfect ass, first for me", he said throwing in Jean's comment.
Lewis's eyes quickly darted to Nico’s ass to where he was seated on the couch. Lewis's jaw clenched as his eyebrows shot up, “Perfect ass?"
" Hmm”, Nico nodded. Was Lewis jealous? It felt ridiculous to indulge in any idea of Lewis reciprocating his feelings but Nico was in a high from all the revelations popping in his head. He knew if there were any feelings mutual between them it had to be Lewis to come forward with it. They could come back from years of fighting to the point they are now, but to initiate any feelings from his side felt too daunting.
Lewis slowly looked up face resting back to a nonchalance, “I didn't know you date guys Nico"
Nico stared hard at him for a second and sat straight and turned to gaze back at the television screen, “I used to make out with racers"
This time Nico could feel Lewis freezing, eyes digging at the side of his head. He moved forward until he sat quite close at Nico's side.
“Who?", voice right to his ears as Nico tried suppressing a shiver, god he was making a fool out of himself. The alcohol creeped to his head and the fear of spilling out his spiralling thoughts in a word vomit pulsing through the haze.
He stood up in a hurry looking down at Lewis, “Nothing, nevermind. I have to sleep this out. We'll watch the show tomorrow”
Nico moved quickly to his room and made his way into the restroom to wash his face before going to bed. He wanted to work out what Lewis felt but not at the cost of moaning at anything Lewis does while he is inebriated.
For a moment the house was completely silent. Nico glanced up at the mirror as he splashed water on his face.
“Fuck! Lewis?!", he swiveled back to Lewis, eyebrows furrowed and lip in a grimace staring at him. Did he follow him?
Lewis walked towards him as Nico pushed himself against the counter. “Who was it Nico?"
“Lewis, lets do this tomorrow", he tried walking past him when Lewis's hand shot up to hold his elbow and another pressed his palm against Nico's stomach, pushing him back against the sink as he crowded him. He felt a petulant annoyance at feeling small next to him considering he has spent his whole life holding the few cms he had against Lewis over his head. He should not feel this small against him.
“Spit it out Rosberg"
Nico squinted his eyes and fixed on the wall behind. Lewis's palm pressed harder against his stomach.
“Nico"
He sighed loudly and looked back, “There was Mark once but it was just once, there was Seb and of course Jenson"
"Of course?”, Lewis' voice spit out.
“Oh there was Kimi and Fernando once two years back", he hurried out, face in a defying pout.
“Anyone else I have to know?"
“Nope", voice coming out sarcastic.
“Why was I not aware of this?"
“Just, you know? I didn't know you would be okay"
“What? That I was some homophobic prick?"
“God Lewis no, I just didn't want you to look at me differently. It is not a big deal Lew, really”
Lewis nodded with a curl of the lip and eyes flashing hurt, “Right, yet I was unaware to all of this"
Nico immediately felt guilty for letting his own game of trying to guess Lewis' feelings cause hurt in him. Bringing his hands up to hold Lewis' face he pulled him closer, "Hey”, he said softly. "I didn't care about what the others thought of me. You tho Lewis, I can't live with myself if it got between us. I'm sorry for not telling you about this earlier but it has been a while since I even thought about it”
Lewis pulled him in for a hug, hiding his face in Nico’s neck.
Twenty minutes later Nico was laying in Lewis' arms, head resting on his chest while Lewis's hand was stroking his hair, the other around Nico's waist pulling him closer.
“Pu"
Nico looked up to see Lewis staring at him.
“Tell me if you plan on going out with him"
“Why?", Nico’s voice came out soft and desperate. He needs to know. Just for once, one time he needs Lewis to come to him.
Lewis' mouth opened to speak and yet he kept closing them and stared intently at him. Slowly he shakes his head and pushed Nico's head back on his chest.
“Sleep", he murmured, voice tired.
Nico closed his eyes, blinking back the tears and wished for sleep to get to him and knock him off this pain.
When Nico woke up the next day it was to an empty bed and a silent house. Lewis had already left.
~~~~~~~
Lewis was staring at his phone, screen open to Nico's chat.
You are an idiot.
Give me thirty minutes
That was five days ago. Nico hadn't contacted him again after he sneaked out in the early mornings of the day after. Lewis was no better, locking himself in his apartment and not reaching out to the man. Surrounding himself in his own misery.
Lewis closed his eyes.
To explain the anguish he was feeling Lewis would have to explain his life since he met Nico.
Thirteen year old Nico grabbing his hands in a karting track, blinding face and twinkling eyes with a toothy smile introducing himself to Lewis with pink burning cheeks as his father, The Keke Rosberg stood behind him with an uncapped sunscreen tube and tired fondness.
Fourteen year old Nico tugging him along in glee to sneak out of hotels for vanilla ice cream escapades. Fourteen year old Nico giving him a purple handcrafted blanket his mom bought in Germany for Lewis because Nico had rambled a bit too long about how cold he gets.
Fifteen year old Nico who cried when he won a race with Lewis and grabbed his face mumbling how they should win every race together.
Sixteen year old Nico sneaking in alcohol to their shared hotel room and getting drunk while munching on frosties, Lewis still winces at the choice, and laying all over him as he consoled Lewis for driving into the wall and calling him the best driver he has ever seen, God the giggle he gave out as he slurred silently next to his ears a ‘Don’t tell Papa I said that’, and the final closer for the night being Lewis dragging him back to his bed from the balcony because drunk Nico decided the world had to know of his talent and screamed Lewis Hamilton the future F1 drivers champion. Lewis could blame the crow’s feet he got years later to this night from how wide his smile stayed for hours.
Seventeen year old Nico who called him everyday to nag him about his Formula Renault series and had his father rolling his eyes every night when he had to come in and hang up as Nico and Lewis slept while on call to save Keke from the heart breaking phone bill. His father used to give him such a dirty stare every morning and then smile in disbelief every time Lewis shrugged at him.
Eighteen year old Nico who wouldn't stop crying as he hugged him after Lewis had screamed at him in hysteria when Nico casually admitted that he was considering going to Imperial and getting his degree. Lewis remembers being so mad at the idea of doing everything as a racer from then alone without Nico by his side. Nico was always by his side. In hindsight as a thirty three year old he realises it was fear that Nico wouldn't be by him. He remembers Nico throwing away the letter and Lewis had apologised for so long while he consoled him. He promised himself to never scream at Nico again.
Finally, Lewis and Nico who were eighteen in a yacht still over the beautiful greek waters under the sun, with Nico laying over him with arms on either sides of his head and looking down as the rays cast a halo and caused his blonde hair to glow. Nico gazing down at him with the same toothy grin like the first time he saw him, “When we get to F1 and win races we should totally sneak in vanilla icecream, papa said we need a good diet but you will buy and sneak them to me"
“I will?", his hands going up and down Nico's back.
“Yeah. Because you like me too much", Nico’s grin annoyingly smug and wide.
I love you.
The thought filtered through in the warm haze of the Greek air. Lewis's eyes widened as he sat up, pushing Nico up along with him.
Lewis wide eyed in shock stared at Nico sitting on him and pouting with annoyance and smacking his head.
Nico, his first ever friend, the guy he has known for five years but honestly felt like he had known his whole life and of course Nico Rosberg, his best friend who Lewis at eighteen years old in 2003 realised he loves.
He was so fucking screwed.
Lewis opened his eyes again and looked up at the ceiling.
He promised himself to not let the feelings show. The side eyes Fernando threw his way every time Nico was around or the scoffs Jenson gave out when he ran to Nico everytime. God, he was so embarrassing back then.
He groaned as he sat up again. He had gotten too comfortable. The two years since Nico’s retirement when he had him for himself created a false paradise where he believed Nico was his, his to love, his to care and his to protect.
He pulled his phone out again and opened a chat.
You made out with Nico?
He didn't have to wait for long before the call came in.
“He told you that?!", Jenson's voice came in filled with mirth.
“And you didn't tell me? Fuck you man"
“I don't kiss and tell Lewis", voice so smug it annoyed him.
Lewis scoffed voice hardening, “How is he?”
"Why are you asking me? Did something happen?”
“Is he okay Jenson? I know he speaks often with you"
Jenson quietened for a moment, “I don't know, we haven't spoken since abu dhabi"
“Right, bye. I'll reach out later", and he cut the call before answering.
Looking around at the mess of his apartment he released it was enough. This was Nico, his Nico, he had promised him that they would be honest with each other two years back. Nico who was by his side for twenty years now.
Banging on Nico's door, Lewis let out an incredulous laugh. He had no idea what to say to him.
Nico opened the door and Lewis could already feel the guilt slowly tightening its vines around his neck. Nico's hair appeared dead stuck to his head, eyebags heavy and eyes red like he had cried for all of the five days.
“Nico”, Lewis's voice came out strained.
Nico stared at him, gaze hollow and walked back in not bothering to check if Lewis followed.
Lewis slowly closed the door and entered the apartment while Nico sat on the couch, legs pulled up and his hands surrounding them as he stared at him, wary and scared.
Lewis' legs carried him to stand in front of Nico as he then kneeled to be at eye level with the man.“Hey”.
Nico nodded in acknowledgement while eyes started to shift below and stare at his knees. Pulling himself tighter and closer, shrinking into himself.
“What I did, running away from speaking to you, was cowardly. I am sorry Nico”.
Nico nodded again and yet refused to look up at him. Lewis brought his hands up to hold his jaw and tilt them up. “I'm sorry love, please”.
He knew his eyes were watering, pained from inflicting all this misery at Nico when he had promised to himself that he would never be the person to make him cry in sorrow.
“Why did you leave? The morning after?", Nico's voice was scratchy like he hadn't spoken or drank water often. Lewis winced at the pain he is causing this beautiful man.
“I'm a coward pu"
“But why? Why are you a coward?"
He kept staring at him and when Lewis didn't speak again he gave a sad smile.
“For five days I waited here like a fool, because for a moment when I told you someone asked me out you looked like you cared; cared that someone else liked me. Because for a moment I really wanted you to”
Lewis was struck dumb, “What?", his voice ripped out.
“Mama used to rib me for always insisting that you should come along with us but she never once asked me why I wanted you with me, always. Papa never asked me why I cried the three years we fought, he used to pity me when I begged him to help me understand why it pained so much. Fernando called me pathetic when I refused to go beyond making out with another guy cause in my own naivety I was waiting. Jenson or Seb would drag me away when I escaped from our garages after a fight and had a panic attack. Fuck, Max used to sit by me behind our motorhomes when I was rooted there dead to the world and shocked at how I was loosing you slowly with my spiralling madness for a championship.”
Nico’s hands came up to grip on Lewis' collar and pulled it hard, his tears falling heavy in grief while Lewis was still rooted to the floor, now frozen in shock.
"You say you know me the most, Lewis. Are you a liar because you couldn't see everything I wasn't even good at hiding for the past twenty years or am I some idiot you string along?", voice angry.
Nico pushed him away and stood up, walking away to the kitchen. Hands twitching as he stood at the counter and filled his glass with water. Eyes still filled with tears, with a hazy vision as he tried to drink while leaning his front heavy against the marble.
Lewis quickly stood up, still stunned as he made his way to the kitchen following Nico. Standing behind him, his hands came to touch Nico's waist.
He saw Nico, the thirty three year old, the thirty one year old world champion Nico Rosberg, the twenty seven year old he whooped about his contract from Niki, the twenty one year old he hollered about his Mclaren seat, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen and thirteen year old, all of whom continuously meaning the most to him. All of them who shaped Lewis to who he is now, all of whom he loved. Nico Rosberg, the boy he loved since he knew of loving someone else who wasn't family and wanted to cherish his whole life because thirteen year old him had beamed at Lewis in a track and never gave up on him.
“I love you"
Nico stilled as he turned back.
“I swear Lewis if this is some gam–”
" We were thirteen when I first saw you, as tall as me, hair dirty because you wanted to fix your kart like others and had grease all over you, your smile was so wide but you didn't know that your teeth had chocolate stuck between them, your suit was smaller on you, the bottoms ending above your socks and god your eyes, the sun was hitting you and your eyes were glowing along with your hair. You were such a mess and yet I thought I saw an angel. Dad had to smack my head from behind to introduce myself to you because I kept staring”
Nico was tearing up as Lewis ushered him closer to a tight hug.
" I am a fool, but so are you angel. I loved you for so long I don't know if I ever just saw you as my friend Nico. I didn't know I loved you till we were on the yacht in greece and I just wanted to kiss you and bite your lips. You were always the most precious person in my life. I love you Nico, so much, it maddens me. I wish I was normal about you baby, if I was less crazy and consumed by this love I would have grown a pair and confessed to you and tied you by my side when you said you wanted to go to Imperial”
Nico's face came up from hiding in his neck and looked at him, “Say it again".
Lewis smiled wide, “Say what?"
Nico whined, hands tightening around his hips, “Lewis".
“Do I get to kiss you?"
Nico’s face lit up, tears still falling, and nodded.
Lewis pulled his hands up to grab his face, tilting it up and he bent, “I love you", a kiss on his forehead, “I love you", on his temple, “I love you", on the left cheek, “I love you", on the right, “I love you", on his nose.
He came up to stare at Nico, his eyes crinkled as he stared up at Lewis, eyes watery and face red. Nico's hand came up to grab his neck as he pulled him down to have their lips hovering over each other.
“I love you so much Lewis, my world"
Lewis's hand circled the back of his neck, the other grabbing Nico’s waist and pushed him against the counter as he crowded him, eyes watering up and tears falling down in companionship.
“I love you too, my angel, my Nico"
His lips came down, soft and slow descending on Nico’s lips, velvety and a cloudy pillow. Their lips moved in sync like a dance choreo followed for decades. Lewis pressed harder against Nico's waist as Nico gasped and Lewis entered his tongue. Nico let out a soft moan, tongues moving in tandem as they both closed in on any distance remaining between them.
Nico slowly came up for breath, voice heavy and soft moans escaping him. Lewis moved his lips, now marking his territory against Nico’s jaw as he scraped the skin with his teeth, biting on the tender skin to make sure anyone who saw Nico anytime in the coming days knew that he was taken.
Lewis' hands came down under his thighs as he pushed him up, legs dangling in the air with Lewis using his front to push Nico back to sit on the counter. Nico gasped in shock as he looked down at Lewis, eyes widened.
“I-", Lewis' voice came out rough and deep. He took a deep breath as he held Nico close by his waist. “I want to more than kiss you baby"
Nico's yes came out as a soft whimper dragging Lewis closer by his collar.
Lewis descended against his neck, hunger evident in his motions now as he bit and sucked hard on the tender skin. Nico moaned high, hands coming to grip Lewis' hair and pushing them harder against his neck while his other hand surrounded Lewis's neck to hug his head.
Lewis' hands pushed his shirt up to touch the skin, moving across his torso and back as they pressed and wrapped on the skin.
Nico's legs came up to cinch against Lewis' waist. Whining loud at a hard bite right below his ear against the jaw, Nico became aware of his boner. Embarrassed at sporting an erection from a make out session Nico started whimpering more, voice coming out louder.
Lewis pulled back at the distress in his voice and stared at him, trying to find the issue.
“What is it baby?", dropping a kiss on his lips. He looked down and didn't have to wait for an answer to see the hard-on and realise the matter at hand.
His smirk growing on his face widened and turned wolfish as he grabbed Nico by the neck to meet his eyes. “Should we work on that?" his eyes glanced down and back at him.
Nico eyes hazy held his gaze and lips pulled in a sneer at the smugness Lewis was oozing. He could be horny as fuck but he refuses to let Lewis be a pompous idiot.
Grabbing his collar again, he pulled his face close and whispered, “You know where my bedroom is Hamilton"
Lewis' smirk widened, prick, and his hold on the hips shifted to his thighs and hoisted him up. Nico's eyes widened as he tightened his hold.
“Yeah I know where your bedroom is princess"
Nico moaned as he hid his face in Lewis' neck. Hips slowly grating against Lewis' abs in experiment. The pleasure that shocked through his body had him throwing his head back gasping aloud. Lewis grunted and tightened his hold, “Calm down, I'm planning on taking my time with you".
Opening the bedroom, Lewis kneeled on the bed and moved further above with Nico on him as he gently laid the man on the center. Lewis stared down to Nico with his hair growing again, casting a halo over his head and looking right back at him with eyes brimming in tears of love. Lewis had to pause for a second, he really spent his whole life ignoring everything they could have had, god he was so stupid.
Leaning down with his arms caging his head as he pressed his forehead against Nico's, “I've wanted this for so long baby", his voice staggering in the verge of tears. Nico let out a soft smile as his hand came to rest at the end of his spine and pushed him down, “I've waited for you for so long, please" .
Lewis dived down, kiss hungry as he pressed Nico further into the bed, tongue coming in to push against his lips. Nico whined as he opened his mouth, hands wandering all over Lewis' back. Lewis' tongue pushed into his mouth, mapping the insides as he danced with their tongues, one hand going down to grab the edge of Nico's shirt. Lewis pushed the shirt up and Nico understood what he needed. Raising on his bent arms Nico peered up at him waiting for the shirt to be removed.
Hands grabbed his waist as Lewis swiftly turned them around to Nico now sitting on his lap. A startled yelp echoed across the silent room with Lewis ripping Nico's shirt off him, throwing it away without a care. Nico whimpered as he grinded down, yearning for some friction.
“Take this off", Lewis growled, grabbing on Nico's sweatpants.
Heat crawled up his cheeks as he gazed back, “I don't have anything underneath". Lewis looked up, eyes blown wide, " Yeah?”, he rasped out, and when Nico nodded back slowly, blush darkening, Lewis let out a groan and laid Nico down, hands pushing down on the sweats as he stayed staring intently at Nico's eyes.
Throwing the sweats away while Nico's naked legs were pushed up, Lewis kneeled at the end of his splayed form with hands gripping both of his thighs. Smirking at Nico he spread the thighs wide open as he whistled at the beauty’s litheness. Nico pushed his head back, spine arching as he whined. Moaning at the naked body underneath, Lewis bent down kissing the pulse right below the jawline, tongue sucking on the flesh while Lewis felt his own sanity being lost at the hammering heartbeat. Biting the flesh he came up to see Nico tearing up, lost in the haze with his blue eyes blown wide. His hands came up, moving along the torso as they slowly came to rest above Nico's nipples, staring intently at his face Lewis twisted the pebbles hard, eager for any reaction.
Nico with his back twitching hard and eyes rolling back, mouth wide open as a guttural sound punched out was the definition of carnal sin. Lewis' face bloomed with the biggest smirk, one hand moving up to the back of his neck, grabbing the hair and pulling him up, “I want you screaming more sweetheart", he whispered against Nico's ears biting his lobe.
Nico keened as his hands came to hold the tatted arms, “Lew please", voice pleading and gone in pleasure.
“Please what?"
Nico whimpered as he wiggled in Lewis' hold. Tutting at the man, his other hand smacked Nico's pecks, “Speak Nico. Open that mouth sweetheart”.
“More, please more”
Lewis bent, eye to eye with Nico, his own eyes closing for a second at the debauched look his lover sported. He needs to see him like this for the rest of his life. He would do anything for such a treat.
Settling Nico against the bed he mushed their faces together, " Like this?”, he whispered against the other's lips as his hand came to hold Nico's dick he had been ignoring since the man got naked.
Nico's body shot up, hands tightening around Lewis's neck and legs curling around the waist as he pushed up seeking the needed friction. Lewis pushed him back into the bed as he went down, crawling to bend right above Nico's dick, red and flushed, leaking all over his torso as it twitched.
"Lew”, hands reaching out to him and pleading, " Please Lewis please”.
Lewis bent down low as his hands pushed the thighs wide and gazed up from where he was arched, "You'll not stop looking down here, yes?”
Nico nodded quickly, eyes wide appearing like a lewd angel.
Lewis' hand came down hard on his inner thigh, “Words darling".
Nico screamed as he chanted, “Yes yes YES GOD YES please Lewis", he begged, crying aloud.
Lewis' smile turned carnal, "You'll keep your eyes here, I'll be the last and only one for the rest of our lives to ever see you like this, no one else”, his hold turning possessive as they tightened, " Only mine”.
Mouth descended as he licked a long strip from his hole through the behind of his cock, pulling the tip in and sucked hard.
Nico screamed as he jerked, hands grabbing Lewis's hair and pulling on them. Lewis grunted hard as hollowed his cheeks while he quickly bottomed the entire length in.
“Ah– Lewis oh my god— ah, ahh schatz”, voice wet from the tears falling while he continued to look down. Nico's mind a haze of pleasure while all his sensations were heavy on Lewis' mouth working along Nico's length.
Nico twitched around while Lewis continued to push him back in the bed, sucking wet on his dick, spit and cum making a mess around them while all Lewis could hone in on was Nico looking at him.
Nico could feel himself closing in on his release as his hold tightened on Lewis's hair, moan taking in a squeaky pitch.
Lewis glanced up to check Nico's gaze fixed on him as he went down taking in the full length as one of his hands went underneath slick with the pre cum as he slowly pressed a finger against his hole.
Nico threw his head back breaking their gaze, mouth open to a silent scream as his vision whitened, reaching his release.
Nico came back to his senses ten minutes later, sitting sideways on Lewis' lap as the man cradled him closer, kissing his temple and murmuring sweet nothings in his ear.
Nico looked at him and whined, hiding his face in Lewis' neck. Lewis was yet to even undress and lose a single article on his body.
“Hey"
“Hmm", Nico mumbled burrowing further into Lewis.
“How are you, baby?"
Nico scoffed, coming up to stare at him, " Like I lost my mind to an orgasm”.
Lewis let out a soft laugh as he drew patterns on Nico's waist. "Yeah? The best ever?”.
Nico's eyebrows furrowed as he brought his hands up to lay a soft slap on Lewis' cheek, "The best ever in comparison to whom? You are the first guy to ever see me like this Lew”.
Lewis' eyebrows shot up as his grip tightened, "Huh? Jenson? Seb? Fern-”
"No-one”, Nico's gaze sharpened, "I let no-one see me like this, it was only ever make outs in bars or behind motorhomes with them. Nothing beyond a couple sloppy kisses. Fernando knew, I mean all of them knew why, but fuck, I was so embarrassed when he joked on me being pathetic trying to save some anal virginity”, Lewis' lips pulled on a sneer as Nico smiled grabbing Lewis by his collar to bend closer to him as he whispered right next to his ear, "For you”.
Lewis took in a sharp breath, hand coming to tighten against Nico's neck, "For me?”.
Nico smirked as he shoved Lewis to fall on the bed, turning to sit on his lap in all his naked glory as his hands came up to rest on Lewis' chest. Lips pursed and eyes coy, Nico raised himself to sit heavy on Lewis' hardon.
Wiggling on it he looked down to Lewis, “What do you think? Are you fucking me schatz? I've waited for years? Hm?". Lewis' eyes turned feral as his hands shot up to hold Nico's throat, pulling him down to stare at each other, “I'll fuck you so good darling that when you walk by my side next season no-one is questioning who your lover is, and Fernando", grip on hair twisting as he sat up holding his weight on his elbow with voice right to Nico's ear, “Or Sebastian", turning them to Nico falling down on the bed, “Or Jenson”, biting his ears, "Or Mark”, a hard bite on his neck, " Or Kimi know exactly who you belong to”.
He got on his knees above Nico, “How does that sound?"
Nico's eyes hazy again smirked, “Take those clothes off Hamilton".
Lewis gave out a cocky smirk as hands pulled Nico by his hip, manhandling him to lay on his knees, hands splayed on bed as he pushed Nico's head to lay on the pillow. Reaching for another pillow to have his stomach rest on it, Lewis widened the thighs to have a perfect view of everything he was about to ruin.
Nico gasped as his head turned sideways to stare back at him.
“You will stay like this", voice sharp. Standing up as he slowly took his vest off him, throwing it across the room, " Now sweetheart, you got some lube to ease you?”
Nico whimpered, hips moving up as he nodded, "Top shelf. Toilet cabinet”, he punched out, mind already losing to the pleasure awaiting.
Lewis nodded as he whistled, getting them and discarded his clothes along the way.
Nico on his knees, wide open with hands above his head grabbing the sheets was a vision. Lewis had to pool in all his self restraint to stop from running over and picking his phone up to click a bunch of pictures with Nico splayed as such for a private collection. He is so starting one soon.
Throwing in the lube, Nico was noted of his reappearance as his head quickly turned back to look and his body immediately stilled at Lewis' nakedness. Eyes drinking up all of him Lewis let out a cocky smirk, confident in how attractive he appeared with the hours of work put in to stay in the best shape with a cock that hung heavy and everything to write home about.
“Blink sweetheart, I'm not leaving anywhere"
Nico whined, turning to hide his face in the pillow as he arched higher, widening his thighs further, “Lewis please".
He pounced on the man, dick rubbing on the cheeks as he flushed his front to Nico's back. “So pretty baby, you'll let me do anything to you yeah?", rutting against Nico.
Nico turned his head sideways again to look back at him, “Lew", he slurred, “In me".
“What do you want in you?"
“Lewis", he begged, “Your dick, please ah— in me, please”
Lewis uncapped the lube, coating his finger. Circling around the hole, he looked up at Nico staring back expectantly as a finger slowly entered. “Fuck, angel so tight. You are gonna make me work for this aren't you?"
Nico was quiet, body locked up as his nails dug into the sheets. “Nico, relax" , he ordered.
Nico, still, lost and adjusting slowly loosened up and tried moving to the finger.
“Stop moving", Lewis whipped up, Nico froze as he whimpered looking back.
Patiently moving his fingers in and out the hole, Lewis kissed the spine, biting and marking bruises across his back. One turned to two to three fingers as he started fucking in quick. Nico twitched, moaning loudly into the pillow as he pushed back to the pleasure.
Lewis angled his hand up moving around the tight flesh. Immediately upon reaching a spot Nico arched up trying to scramble away from Lewis' hold as he screamed. He smirked, clutching on Nico to stay flush against the bed, “Feeling good darling?", he grunted as he quickened his pace, aiming and hitting the prostate repeatedly.
Nico moaned, wiggling in the hold and he was soon reaching his second orgasm for the night.
Hole tightening around his fingers, Lewis could see Nico's form twitching and jumping around. Quickly retracting his fingers he threw Nico back to lay down flat on the bed.
Nico's eyes brimmed with tears, hips twitching up along with ass pressing deeper into the bed, looked up at him, lost in pleasure, “Why?", he slurred out.
Lewis smiled at him, holding Nico’s thighs and bending them to stay pressed against his chest as he glanced down and tapped Nico's face to clear his haze, "Where are the condoms?”, he asked, voice soft.
Nico's face scrunched up as he shook his head, grabbing Lewis by his arms and pulling him down, “No no no, I'm clean. Don't need them Lew, please no", voice desperate.
"Hey, okay you don't have to beg, love. Anything you say goes, right?”
Slicking his dick, Lewis aimed the meat against his entrance as he pushed in, kissing Nico softly on the lips while entering slowly. Nico’s mouth opened to a breathless moan as he pushed his hands up to hold Lewis’ face pulling him in for more kisses.
Lewis continued to enter him, stopping in between to give Nico breaks until he bottomed out. Pressing down on Nico, pushing him further down into the bed as he sucked bruises on Nico's neck while he waited for Nico to get used to the length in him.
Nico slowly buckled his hips up moaning as hands came to lay on the edge of Lewis' spine, “Move", he cried out.
Getting on his knees and tightening his hold on Nico's thighs pulled out completely before thrusting in hard, pressing to the hilt. Nico threw his head back as Lewis set a rough pace, “Scream louder sweets" pulling his leg over the shoulders to fuck in deeper.
Nico held purchase to the sheets underneath him as Lewis fucked him hard, biting his inner thigh and licking in hickeys to every flesh reachable.
Looking down to Nico crying hot tears Lewis tipped his head back at the pretty sight, mind going hazy in pleasure from the vision and the tightness enveloping his dick. Possessiveness crawled up his head as he bent below while holding his quick pace to meet Nico's gaze.
"Only mine”, thrust slowing to hit harder, " Just for me” gasp "I'll have to fuck you on the awards stage for everyone to know” whine " I should bite you everywhere for everyone to know you are mine when we go out” twitching in pleasure "You'll let me do that to you, hm?” as his hands raised to smack hard against Nico's ass.
Nico keened as he nodded wet with tears falling heavy as he pulled him in for a kiss. “Yours Lewis, always, since I met you".
Lewis moaned as he held him closer, laying on the bed and pulling Nico to sit on his lap fully sheathed in him as he bent his legs to fuck up into the heat. Nico scrambled while held in the grasp, curling his arms around Lewis' neck seeking comfort hiding his face there.
Lewis continued to rock up, grunting as Nico sucked hickeys on his neck.
“I’m close Lew"
Lewis nodded lost in his own pleasure, “Wait for me" as his hands spread Nico's cheeks while his thrusts quickened and staggering in pleasure.
Dangling on the edge of finding his release Lewis' hand came in between to tighten his fist around Nico's dick. Nico whimpered from Lewis biting him while strokes synced with the thrusts. Turning his head to the side as his head clouded in pleasure he grunted a “Come", pushing one final hard thrust.
Nico arched as he pressed back harder, hole locking on Lewis as they both reached orgasm. Nico closed his eyes, mouth opening wide, looking every bit like an angel in sin as his release splattered all across Lewis' torso while Lewis tipped his head back filling Nico to his completion.
Pulling Nico to lay on top of him, ignoring the mess they have created all over, Lewis gave soft kisses all over Nico's face while Nico looked lost to the world.
“You are just perfection sweetheart, god I love you so much Nico", hand pushing away the damp blonde hair stuck to his face.
Nico came back to his senses with Lewis under him and the widest smile with eyes filled in love and adoration.
Overwhelmed, Nico's eyes filled with tears as he let out a wet laugh kissing Lewis' chest looking up, “I love you Lew".
Lewis tightened his hold moving them to lay sideways pulling Nico to rest his head on his arms while he looked down at him.
“I love you too baby"
Nico's eyes twinkled as his finger moved along the ridges of his face before giving a quick slap on his cheeks, “You are such a dickhead for lying all these years about not remembering how we met”
Lewis groaned, hiding his face in Nico’s hair, "I'm going to pay for that, yeah”.
Nico smirked as he bit his lip, "I'm telling everyone that by the way”.
"Yeah?”
Nico nodded looking proud as his lips came to form a pout.
Lewis' eyes crinkled, smile widening, "Seb is holding a dinner next week in Monaco for all the drivers in the current grid along with rookies joining the next season. Why don't you join us?”
"Are you sure?”, he worried, biting his inner cheek and eyes wavering across Lewis' face.
“Angel, if you think I'm not tying you to me for the rest of our lives and dragging you everywhere to all our races, you've lost your mind. This pretty face of yours is going to stand in my side of the garage till I retire. The drivers are going to know anyways”
Nico laughed aloud as he pushed Lewis away to sit up and look back at him, "What am I, your WAG?”
"Hu-uh, and you'll be the prettiest one”
"And which part of the WAG would I be?”
Lewis' eyes turned soft as he got us to sit behind Nico, arms circling his waist. “Nico Rosberg, will you be my boyfriend?", mouth reaching to encase his ears and sucking them in.
Nico giggled as he wiggled out of his hold, “Yeah I'll be your boyfriend", pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
Moving back Nico put his arms out wide as he looked at Lewis, “Carry me to the restroom and wash me now".
Lewis spluttered out a laugh before throwing a mock salute and standing up to circle his hands beneath the thighs and under Nico's arms to hoist him up.
“Putting me to work already you fucking princess”
Nico pinched his cheeks as he crowded his face with his, "You said I'm yours, no? So if you aren't giving me a good bath and I don't ride you in the tub by the next thirty minutes, I'll be dumping you and calling myself the dildo’s that I'll be fucking myself on with the memory of everything that just happened”
Lewis' eyes darkened as his eyebrows shot up, " Well we can't have my most important possession disappointed now can we?”, voice deepening.
Kicking the door for the restroom open and crowding Nico against the wall he whispered against his ear, “Just so you know, I plan on fucking you good and bruising your neck like my personal artwork so that you are limping your way to the dinner with everyone”.
Nico's eyes widened as Lewis' smirk turned feral before he slammed the door shut and pounced on him.
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“Lewis, what does this eighth championship mean to you personally?”
He squinted hard among the media lights blinding him to look in the direction.
“It is a win for my previous titles. Losing one last year made me appreciate each of my seven wins more. I’m just happy to be able to come back again and prove to myself that I still have it in me”, a grin still wide from the adrenaline and the abu dhabi heat holding the flush in his face.
“Were you scared that you couldn't win when the gap seemed unreachable before the summer break?"
“Well I tend to not overthink in my downtimes. It is a long battle, I knew to not lose hope"
"How does it feel to finally surpass Schumacher?”
" Michael will always stay the legend that he is in this sport. I'm glad for my wins but I don't see it as a competition or a goal that I had to surpass. I will always and continue to look up to him”
Lewis' eyes zoned in as he looked around to the edge of the media pen to the garages, Nico, staring at him with his smile wide and eyes still red from the tears spilt.
"What are your plans for the 2023 season?”
Lewis smiled back at Nico, eyes full of love as he pulled the mic closer, " I don't know, we'll see”
"Any words for Nico? You have dedicated all your wins this season to Mr Rosberg, is he the lucky charm that works only for you?”, laughter rippled through the media pen with reporters joking in jest.
Lewis smirked, “He has always been my lucky charm. I don't really appreciate the love of my life being called a curse in the paddock but oh well. I'm just a happy guy in love thanking my Nico for being by my side. And yeah, words to Nico? I’d rather keep them private between me and him. Thanks for the questions”.
Giving a quick nod to the reporters he jogged towards Nico pulling him in for a hug, their closeness coming with the awareness to keep it decent in public.
“Hey", Nico breathed out.
Sebastian walked by them, rolling his eyes as he faked a gag, “Less of the eye fucking in public please".
Nico spluttered as he glared at the german, “I just smiled, what the fuck Seb?"
“Yes. But your smile came with eyes begging to be railed in the motorhome", he mocked.
Lewis shrugged as he pulled Nico closer, “Actually it was begging to take the flight back home so we could fuck on air"
Sebastian winced as he groaned. “Disgusting, the both of you", running away.
“Hello Lewis", they turned to Jenson with a mic and Crofty with a Sky Sports cameraman trailing behind him. Nico whined, lips coming to form a pout as he closed his eyes, tipping his head back dramatically.
Jenson scoffed at him before cameras pointed at the both of them. “Any words for us?".
Lewis nodded as he looked at the camera, hand tightening on Nico's waist pulling him flush against his side, “Just grateful man, amazing year. Set out to build my own confidence in the sport. Great car, our engineers did well with this one, George has been fantastic with this year. And ofcourse”, he paused, eyeing Nico before looking back at the camera, eyes twinkling in mischief, “Ofcourse, I got to lock this pretty one for the rest of our lives and put a ring on him at the start of the year. So, if anything I'm thankful that he, Nico Rosberg-Hamilton, this man here has been by my side for the wild ride this year has been”, lips turning to a cocky smirk as everyone around him gasped. Nico's eyes widened as he stilled in Lewis' arms while Crofty shoved the mic to his face, spitting questions in a concerning speed.
Lewis pulled the mic closer to his mouth, “Don’t look so shocked Jense, you were there in the wedding too mate". Turning to kiss Nico's cheek he looked to Crofty, face filling in annoying smugness, “Well we got to go, suitcases to pack and flight waiting for home, but Crofty mate Sebastian, Mark, Fernando, Kimi and of course Jenson right here have been there since the start of the wedding prep, feel free to ask them everything you want to know"
“Oh, Mark was in red bull and Kimi was in the ferrari garage the last I saw them, just helping”, he flashed his best PR smile before dragging Nico away with him.
Closing the door to his motorhome he was immediately thrown smacks from Nico who was sporting a crazy look, "Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton you fucker!", he gasped, “What the fuck was that?!", he shrieked.
Lewis grabbed his neck pulling him in for a filthy kiss.
Nico moaned as they pulled away, Lewis' hands gripping hard on his waist.
“I am a horribly petty man with the gift of a perfect memory when it comes to you, my husband”, smirk wide.
"Now, lets not have this pretty head worry about it, we have a flight to get in and a husband you gotta ride and sit like a doll on”
Nico nodded in daze feverishly as he followed Lewis, like he promised in his wedding speech, I'll follow you and stand by your side, till death do us apart.
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“[Sky Sports Exclusive]: Eight time world champion Lewis Hamilton in joy over tying the knot with Nico Rosberg-Hamilton before season start, classy in the secret Mykonos spring wedding”