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The early morning of August 25th dawned slowly over Monaco, as if the whole world were stretching before opening its eyes. The sky was still a deep blue, with only a hint of gold glimmering on the horizon. Outside, the sea lapped with a gentle, almost sleepy rhythm, each wave seeming to carry with it an ancient sigh. The wind carried a scent of salt and something old, of damp wood, as if the entire city held secrets in every corner.
But inside the room they occasionally shared, when the chaos of the calendar granted them a respite, the air was different. Sweeter, warmer, more intimate. It was Ollie's scent, permeating every fiber of the sheets, every corner of the mattress, every particle suspended in the air. That aroma that Kimi always recognized, even in his sleep, that calmed him, that made him feel at home.
Ollie had been awake for more than half an hour, sitting against the headboard with a blanket over his shoulders. The fabric reached his knees, but he couldn't suppress the slight trembling that ran through his body, a mixture of the breeze coming through the window and the excitement that kept him alert. His eyes were fixed on the figure resting beside him. Looking at Kimi. His Kimi.
The alpha slept face down, his face buried in the pillow, his messy hair falling over his forehead. His breathing was deep and rhythmic, and every movement of his back as it rose and fell reminded him of the tranquility they could afford that day.
Nineteen. He was turning nineteen. And Ollie gazed at him with a tenderness that almost hurt, as if every second spent with him was a gift too large to hold in his hands. There was something about that stillness, that way of sleeping with his body open, trusting, that stirred a knot in his chest. The omega leaned closer, letting the blanket slip off his shoulder, and his gaze traced the curve of his back, the line of his arm, the unconscious movement of his fingers seeking comfort in the sheet.
Ollie smiled. A small, intimate smile, one that needed no witnesses. A smile that was both relief and heartbreak, because loving someone so intensely could hurt. It hurt deep inside, in that place where tenderness mingled with the fear of losing them, with the certainty that every moment had to be treasured.
And there, in that slow moment, with the sea crashing in the distance and the world still asleep, Ollie knew that nothing was more important than that moment. That watching Kimi, watching him breathe, watching him silently celebrate his birthday, was enough to fill his entire universe.
"It can't be legal," he whispered, leaning down slightly to gently brush aside a curly strand of hair that had stuck to his forehead, "for someone to be so... adorable when they're asleep."
Kimi growled softly, that growl Ollie knew so well, the one that meant "don't go far." He didn't even open his eyes: he just groped, found Ollie's wrist, and pulled it until the omega was nestled against him again, letting his boyfriend settle him on his special day.
"Happy birthday," he murmured, letting his forehead touch the Italian's. "Even though you're not fully awake yet."
"I am awake," he replied between a small grunt and a contented sigh. Only after another moment did he blink slowly, finally focusing. "Hmm…? Ollie…"
"Yes, it's me," he said, chuckling softly.
And the change was immediate: Kimi's body tensed for a second, as if something in his instinct ignited, and then he hugged him with a warm, enveloping force, burying his nose against his neck, searching for the source of the cherries floating in the air, wanting to kiss him right there.
"Ollie…" he murmured, more awake, more aware. "It's my birthday."
"I know."
"And you're… you're…" Kimi lifted his head, eyes half-closed, voice husky. "Are you watching me while I sleep?"
"Maybe," he admitted, with that small smile that always managed to melt something in Kimi's chest. "It's your birthday. I wanted to be the first to show you affection."
"I love it when you do that…" the alpha whispered, and without waiting any longer, he pulled him on top of him, letting the omega rest on his chest. "You're the best way to wake me up."
Ollie laughed, barely a breath against his collarbone.
"I had a plan, you know? I was going to make you breakfast with the guys, put a romantic note, do things right..."
"This is better," Kimi's voice came out low, content, almost a purr. "You first. The rest later."
The Brit blushed, but didn't move away, not when the alpha's arms wrapped around him as if they'd never let go. And so they spent a long time together, a tender, warm time, filled with soft caresses and slow kisses that seemed to melt away time. There was no rush, no paddock, no schedules. Just the two of them, breathing the same air, fitting together like pieces that finally remembered they were born for this.
Finally, when hunger and logic began to assert themselves, Ollie pulled back slightly—not much, never much—and stroked his cheek.
"I have things planned for today," he announced with an excitement he couldn't hide. "And so does the pack."
"I don't need anything," Kimi gasped softly, still holding him by the waist. "I just want you."
"Well, you're going to have me all day," Ollie replied, kissing the tip of his nose. "But at least let the others celebrate you a little."
Kimi let out a resigned sigh, but the happy gleam in his eyes betrayed him. He let his head fall back onto the pillow, exhaling slowly, as if he were negotiating with himself. His fingers still gripped Ollie's t-shirt, crumpled in his hands, unable—or unwilling—to let go.
"Okay…" he finally said, his voice lazily. "We'll be down soon."
Ollie raised an eyebrow, with that expression that always meant that phrase comes with conditions.
"Soon-soon or soon according to your concept of time?"
Kimi opened one eye, glancing at him sideways, and a slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
"Soon… after you give me some more cuddles."
"Kimi," Ollie protested, though he was already leaning over him again. "The pack is probably waiting. They'll come looking for you if we take too long."
"Let them wait," he replied without a hint of remorse. "It's my birthday. And in five minutes I'll be a birthday boy surrounded by people, hugs, noise, jokes…" His hands moved up the omega's back, firm and warm. "Let me be just yours a little longer."
Ollie looked at him silently for a long second. He saw the sincere desire in his eyes, yes, but also something softer: the quiet need to stay a moment in that intimate space before opening the door to the world.
"You're taking advantage," he murmured finally, leaning in to kiss him.
“And you indulge me,” Kimi replied against his lips.
The kiss began slowly, sweetly, almost languidly, but soon deepened, becoming more intense. Ollie settled himself more comfortably, resting his knees on either side of his hips, and Kimi let out a deep sigh as the scent of cherries intensified around them.
"Amore…" he said between kisses. "You smell so good."
"You always say that."
"Because it's always true."
The alpha's hands slid up beneath the omega's shirt, exploring warm skin, marking his territory with long, deliberate caresses. There was no rush, but there was intention: the quiet desire to leave his mark, to envelop him in mint until there was no doubt about who owned that body that arched gently beneath his hands.
Ollie chuckled as Kimi buried his nose in his neck again.
"You're…" he gasped. "You're exaggerating."
"No," Kimi denied, placing a slow kiss just below his jaw. "I'm claiming you."
"Oh, really?"
"A lot."
And as if to emphasize it, he left another mark, then another, small, careful, scattered across the omega's neck as if he were signing something they both knew by heart. Ollie shuddered, chuckling softly and letting out a sigh he couldn't suppress.
"The pack's going to notice," he murmured.
"Let them notice," Kimi replied, with a lopsided smile. "Let them know you're mine."
“They always know,” he retorted, running a hand through the alpha’s hair. “Just like I know you’re mine. But I hate putting up with Dino and Franco’s jokes about how my neck looks like a chew toy.”
His boyfriend looked up, meeting his gaze, and something softened even more in his expression despite the amusement in his eyes.
“Then stay,” he said softly. “Give me these few minutes. I’ll go out later, smile, celebrate… but for now…”
Ollie leaned forward and rested his forehead against his, taking a deep breath, letting the scent of mint mingle with his own until there were no clear boundaries.
“Five more minutes,” he conceded. “But only because you’re turning nineteen.”
“I’m going to have a birthday every day, then.”
“Don’t be a cheater.”
“I’m a desperate alpha with a cute omega in bed,” he replied, with a cheeky grin. “It’s part of the job.”
Ollie laughed, shaking his head, and kissed him again, slowly, deeply, letting time stretch a little longer.
When they finally went down to the common room, the scent of the nest enveloped them even before they entered: sweet bread, coffee, the pack's distinctive fragrances mingled in an aromatic embrace that made it impossible not to smile.
"Happy birthday, Kimi!" Franco shouted from the sofa, throwing a decorative cushion that Ollie caught mid-air.
The projectile landed in his hands with a soft thud, and laughter erupted almost immediately in the common room, as if it had been held back, waiting for that very moment. Kimi laughed too, his hair still a little tousled, wearing that calm, luminous expression he only wore when he was truly at ease. The nest was fully awake now: daylight streamed through the windows, the sea still shimmered in the distance, and the air was thick with familiar scents that mingled without intruding, creating that unique balance of theirs.
"Hey, that was meant for my face!" Kimi protested, though he was smiling as he spoke.
"It was a fit of love," the Argentinian replied shamelessly, getting up and walking straight to him.
Before he could say anything else, Franco was already embracing him with exaggerated, almost theatrical enthusiasm, leaning his full weight on him for an extra half second.
"Careful," Kimi laughed, putting an arm around him. You're going to knock me out before I've had breakfast.
“That would be tragic,” Jack chimed in from the table, mug in hand. “We’ve survived too long to lose you now. Happy birthday, Kimi.”
One by one they approached. Dino gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, Logan offered a quiet smile and a “nineteen already, eh,” laced with that tone somewhere between pride and complicity, and even Liam, half asleep as usual, gave him a soft, sincere greeting.
Ollie stood a little apart at first, watching the scene with a smile he couldn't quite hide. He liked seeing him like this, surrounded, loved, comfortable in his own space. He liked how Kimi moved among them effortlessly, how his presence didn't impose, but rather welcomed.
"Okay, okay," Kimi finally said, throwing up his hands. "If you keep this up, I'm going to end up smelling more like you than myself."
"That's impossible," Dino joked. "Your scent is persistent. Almost offensive."
"Hey," he retorted, feigning indignation. "It's an elegant aroma."
Laughter filled the room again as they settled around the low table. Food was everywhere: pastries, fruit, freshly brewed coffee—something someone had clearly tried to bake with more care than skill. Ollie sat next to Kimi, close to his side, and the alpha rested his shoulder against his without even thinking, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"This is burnt," Gabriel commented, eyeing a piece of cake suspiciously.
"That's caramelized," Paul corrected. "Quite different."
"It's charcoal," the Brazilian insisted, but he ate it anyway.
Kimi watched everything with a constant, small but firm smile, one that didn't fade even when the noise increased or when someone said something silly. At some point, Ollie noticed how Kimi intertwined the fingers with his under the table, a discreet, intimate gesture that no one else seemed to notice, though it wouldn’t have bothered them. He squeezed his hand back, thumb to thumb, sharing that comfortable silence amidst the gentle chaos of the celebration.
"Are you having a good time?" Ollie murmured, leaning closer.
Kimi nodded, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, his eyes sparkling.
"Very much so." He paused, took a deep breath, as if wanting to etch that moment into his memory. "I like that you're all here. And I like you."
Ollie smiled, glancing down for a second before leaning a little closer.
"It's your day. You deserve it."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
There were impromptu coffee toasts, jokes about age—"nineteen is nothing," "nineteen is dangerous," "nineteen and already in charge"—and the occasional comment about how obvious it was that Ollie and Kimi had taken longer than expected to come downstairs. Kimi just smiled, amused, without denying anything, putting an arm around the omega's back when their glances became too intimate.
At some point, when the noise subsided and the conversation became more scattered, Kimi leaned a little closer to Ollie, resting his head on his shoulder. The Brit kissed his hair casually, inhaling slowly, recognizing that fresh scent that was now so uniquely his.
"Thank you," Kimi said suddenly, softly, not addressing anyone in particular.
But everyone knew it was for everything they had done. For celebrating him.
The afternoon settled over the communal nest with a gentle slowness, as if it too wished to linger a little longer. The sun was now lower in the sky, bathing the floor in shades of gold and orange, and the sea, visible in the distance, seemed like a tranquil sheet breathing in unison with them. The heat was mild, strangely bearable for this time of year, and someone had opened the windows a little wider to let in the salty breeze that mingled with the scents of the pack, intertwined without haste.
They were scattered around the room in any way but order: cushions on the floor, sofas occupied haphazardly, some backs pressed against the wall. Kimi sat on the large sofa, his legs slightly apart, and Ollie was practically wedged between them, sideways, his back against Kimi's chest. The alpha's arm was casually around his waist, his hand resting on his hip as if that had always been its place. And Ollie, far from protesting, basked in the affection, resting his head on Kimi's collarbone, absentmindedly playing with Kimi's fingers.
"I swear, if I see you two any closer, you're going to end up fusing together," Liam remarked from the armchair, with a lopsided grin. "And then we'll have to explain to the press why there's only one pilot where there used to be two."
“That optimizes resources,” Isack replied with feigned seriousness. “One car, two brains, zero problems.”
“Zero problems, he says,” Dino laughed from the floor, where he was lying on his back. “The problem would be separating them later.”
Kimi lowered his chin and rested his cheek against Ollie’s hair, inhaling slowly, without any shame.
“I don’t see the problem,” he said calmly. “He’s comfortable. So am I.”
“I agree,” Ollie added, not moving an inch. “It’s perfect here.”
“What a surprise,” Logan murmured from the other sofa, rolling his eyes with an endearing smile. “His birthday has made him even more affectionate.”
“Liar,” Kimi retorted. “I’m always like this.”
“Sure,” Jack chimed in. “The thing is, today you have a legal excuse.”
Paul, sitting near the low table with a drink in his hand, watched the scene with a gentle smile.
“It’s funny,” he said. “We laugh, but then you look around…” He gestured vaguely toward the others, “and almost all of us are the same, just less brazen.”
“Or with less marked necks,” Franco added bluntly, looking directly at Ollie.
“Franco,” Ollie protested, red-faced.
“What?” he defended himself. “It’s scientific observation.”
“Scientific my foot,” Isack laughed from the back of the sofa. “That’s envy.”
“Envy of what?” Franco put a hand to his chest. “I’m all about drama and stirring things up. I’m set.”
“That last part is obvious,” Gabriel commented calmly from his corner next to his boyfriend. “But I admit the scene is… cute.”
Kimi raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at him.
"Cute or cloying?"
"Cute," Gabriel repeated. "It would be cloying if you started making loud kisses."
Ollie looked up only to be met with his alpha's dangerous grin.
"Don't tease him," he muttered, though he was laughing.
"I'm not promising anything," Kimi replied quietly, pulling him a little closer.
"God, they're unbearable," Jack said, still smiling. "But we love you guys anyway."
"That's what matters," Oscar added. "The affection... and the material to tease them about for a few days."
"Weeks," Dino corrected.
"Months," Liam emphasized.
"Decades," Franco finished.
The conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about nonsense, absurd anecdotes, shared memories that needed no context. At some point, Liam started telling a story that clearly went nowhere, Jack interrupted him three times, and Isack ended up stealing the ending with a twist that exposed the New Zealander.
Laughter filled the space, warm and gentle. Between laughs, Kimi never let go of Ollie for a single second. Sometimes he kissed his hair, other times he rested the chin on his shoulder, other times he simply hugged him a little tighter when someone made a particularly good joke. Ollie, for his part, responded with absentminded caresses, his fingers tracing invisible circles on the alpha's forearm, seeking contact whenever he could.
"Seriously," Dino said at one point. "If someone walks in right now, they'll think this is a therapy session for overly affectionate people."
"It works," Paul replied. "Look at us. We're relaxed. Happy."
“We needed it,” Isack commented. “A few days for the pack, without responsibilities or teams.”
“And Kimi’s in his element,” Oscar added. “Spoiled and with his omega on top.”
“I’m not on top,” Ollie protested, lifting his head slightly. “I’m strategically positioned.”
“Exactly,” Kimi agreed. “It’s a well-thought-out position.”
“Please,” Logan laughed. “Someone take away their dictionaries.”
The afternoon passed like this, filled with gentle teasing, double entendres that didn't offend anyone, and that shared feeling of being exactly where they were meant to be. As the sun began to set and the light grew dimmer, Kimi pulled Ollie close to his chest again, closing his eyes for a moment, savoring the moment.
He said nothing; there was no need. He was surrounded by people, he was loved, and above all, he was home.
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