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Three months ago, Wolff residence

By the end of the night, Kimi would lose his virginity.

Well, that was the plan. Unfortunately, Kimi was all too aware that plans didn’t always come to fruition. And sure, maybe Kimi hadn’t worked out the more intricate details of how he would land in George Russell’s bed by the end of the night, but he had vague concepts of a plan, and they were really good concepts, so surely he had a shot.

Years had been leading up to this, years. Kimi wasn’t naive enough to think his long-harbored crush on George would lead anywhere before this, but now things were totally different. 

This was Kimi’s first team dinner since turning eighteen. He was an adult now. A fully grown, legal adult. Which obviously meant that all he had to do was get dressed up, lay on the charm, bat his eyelashes a little, and surely his crush would have no choice but to realize how pretty and mature Kimi was. Then, by the time dinner was over, he would have wooed George so thoroughly that George would have no choice but to take Kimi up on his offer to extend the evening, and they’d talk and George would fall in love with him and realize that the perfect boyfriend had been right in front of him the whole time, and Kimi would end the night by showing George just how badly he wanted him, and just how adult he really was. Naturally, this would all culminate in them getting married, buying a beautiful home, adopting several dogs, and living happily ever after together for the rest of their lives.

He had had that scenario memorized by now, as it replayed in his mind and got built upon every time he was bored in class or couldn’t sleep at night.

Sure, there were some kinks. Kimi wasn’t allowed to just spend the night somewhere else, and his parents would most definitely murder George if Kimi’s little scheme succeeded, which would put a dent in the whole ‘get married and live happily together forever’ part of the plan. And there was the tiny, irrelevant voice in his head telling him that he was completely fucking delusional and should back out of this before he embarrassed himself, but those were problems for future Kimi.

Right now, present Kimi stood in front of the mirror of his bathroom, determining the precise number of shirt buttons he should leave undone with all the precision of someone defusing a nuclear bomb.

Just two. No, three. Was three too slutty? Sure, he was actively trying to be alluring, but he wanted George to notice him because he was pretty, not because he was giving the man no choice but to look. 

So two. No, that’s barely noticeable, fuck, this is hard! Okay, three. Three it is. Go big or go home.

From the doorway, Kimi could hear his mother’s pleased gasp. “Oh, look at you!” Susie cooed. She was still getting ready herself, putting on some earrings Toto had recently gotten her. 

“Toto, c’mere! Look how cute our son is!”

“Mama,” Kimi droned, though a smile did tug at his lips a little. He wasn’t going for cute. George Russell wasn’t going to fall for cute.

A few moments later, Toto, who had been in the living room instructing the sitter on what time Jack should be in bed by, appeared in the doorway. He had to duck a little to fit under it as he approached Kimi.

“Molto bello a papà,” he mused, fond smile on his face as he buttoned up two of the undone buttons of Kimi’s shirt and adjusted the collar Kimi didn’t notice was crooked. It was fine, Kimi supposed, he could just undo the buttons again later.

“You don’t usually get all dressed up for these things, sweetie,” said Susie, reaching for her phone to have photographic record of her husband helping their son get ready. “Any particular reason for all this?”

“I’m eighteen now,” Kimi stated, as if that explained everything. Truly, his new status as a legal adult had been occupying his thoughts for weeks before it even happened, though not for reasons he wanted to explain to his lovely parents who had given him everything he could ever want. “Doesn’t feel very adult to show up to dinner in jeans and a t-shirt.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Kimi’s father, moving behind him and resting his large hands on Kimi’s shoulders, bringing him a familiar comfort. Kimi could see in the mirror that Toto was absolutely beaming, looking at Kimi with more unbridled pride in his eyes than he’d looked at any trophy with.

“You look very mature, piccolo, everyone will be so impressed,” Toto said sincerely, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his son’s head. Luckily, the motion didn’t mess up the tousled, effortless-looking hair Kimi had spent no less than thirty minutes styling.

“I hope so,” Kimi agreed, reaching for the cologne his father had gotten him for his birthday.  

“Now, are you two done with all your getting readying?” Toto complained as he joined his wife’s side, voice whinier than anyone outside the family had ever heard it. “I’ve been waiting so long I’ve gotten gray hairs.”

Throughout the entire elevator ride to the lobby, and the entire drive to the restaurant, all Kimi could think about was his plan, and how it would surely work. 

Except it wouldn’t. Obviously. He would sit right by George the entire night, looking his absolute best, nabbing food off the British driver’s plate, and damn near fainting when he asked about Kimi’s cologne. He would do his best to be as alluring as possible, getting in George’s personal space whenever he could, and hoping to God that George’s blushing and staring weren’t figments of Kimi’s overactive, desperate imagination.

He’d spend the entire dinner making eyes at George, more obviously than usual, to the point where when he got home, his father would rehash the dreaded ‘George is too old for you’ talk he had given Kimi years ago when his crush first started.

Worst of all, at the moment of truth, when he was saying goodbye to George and feeling George’s strong hands on his waist, when the plan demanded him to ask George to hang out for longer, he would completely chicken out like a little bitch.

He said bye and left with his parents. That night, he would go to sleep in his own twin-sized bed, decidedly not having a passionate encounter with his longtime crush.

So. Plan fucking sucked. 

Kimi supposed he would have to play the long game.

* * *

Three months later, Wolff residence

“I’m sorry,” said Kimi, voice sullen. “But you know how this goes by now.”

He sat cross-legged on his bed, looking at an array of dozens of stuffed animals and Pokemon plushies that were all staring back at him. Kimi looked at them with an expression so serious that it resembled how his father looked during important meetings.

“I’m going to Austin soon, and as much as I’d love to bring you all, Mama said that having multiple suitcases just for you guys was ‘excessive.’”

Kimi took several moments to strategize about which of his beloved companions would come with him. His room was almost silent, the only sounds being his parents’ voices travelling quietly from the kitchen downstairs.

“Of course you’ll come, Senape,” he narrated, reaching for the mustard-colored Ty Pluffie that he had gotten from his parents on his first ever day with them, who was the only one of his many plush friends to have the privilege of accompanying Kimi to whatever corner of the Earth he was jetting off to that month. The tan puppy had come with a name tag, ‘Goodies,’ but Kimi thought his Italian name was much more fitting. “And, let’s see… Applin, you haven’t gone overseas in a while…”

He was mentally warring over whether he should bring his extra large and cuddly Gengar at the expense of what remained of his luggage space, when he heard his name brought up in his parents’ conversation downstairs.

Within seconds, Kimi was padding out of his room and into the hallway lined with family photos, of which he was included just as much as his siblings despite being in the family for less time.

It definitely wasn’t his best quality, what he was doing now, but it had started years ago in the darkness of foster homes back in Italy. He’d hear his name brought up in hushed conversations when he should have been asleep, and would press his ear to the door to hear what whatever family he had been situated with was saying about him, to know if he should pack his one measly overnight bag soon, to know if they thought he was too much.

Without fail, they always thought so. They always thought so.

Now, in the home that was undoubtedly his, with the photos on the wall and the papers in Mama’s office to prove it, Kimi still crept out of his room whenever he heard his name mentioned. Only now, his parents were always discussing his accomplishments and his schedule, and how they hoped he felt at home with them. Which of course he did.

There really was no reason to eavesdrop anymore. But old habits die screaming.

Mama and Papa’s voices were more hushed than usual, leaving Kimi only able to interpret bits and pieces.

“- Andrea like that? I should…”

“Toto, please… can’t just…”

“You don’t understand… didn’t see how…”

Quiet as a mouse, Kimi crept down several stairs. He couldn’t see the kitchen, but his parents couldn’t see him either, as the staircase wasn’t visible from the kitchen, so he could hear them much better now whilst remaining undetected. He had it down to a science by now.

“... and I’m supposed to trust this man with a multi-million dollar piece of machinery. I can’t even trust him around my kid.”

“Nothing’s happened,” said Susie, her normally unwavering voice shaking slightly as Kimi heard her opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen.

“That we know of,” his father scoffed, accent getting more pronounced. “That ‘gym session’ Andrea told us about? Am I really supposed to believe that nothing-”

“Toto,” said Susie sternly. “Nothing happened. Trust me, I’m sure nothing hap-”

“But how do you know that?”

There was a pause, and Kimi could practically hear his heart hammering in his chest. He remembered telling his parents that he had been at the gym with George weeks ago, remembered every detail about it. How George’s large hands felt on his waist when he caught Kimi as he stumbled, remembered how he had once again resorted to throwing himself at the man he’d had his eyes on for years now.

Were his parents actually worried that something happened between him and George? God, he wished. Literally wished. In fact, he wanted George to notice him so badly that he’d been hallucinating George looking at him with downright hungry eyes for months now.

“Because, honey, Andrea talks to us - that’s the kind of kid he is, that’s how comfortable he is with us. When he had his first kiss, he told us. When he goes on dates with boys from school, he tells us how they went.”

“So you think our little boy would tell us if George Russell put his filthy fucking hands on him.”

Susie was quiet for a good while, and when she spoke up, a young voice piped up from behind Kimi at the same time.

“Andrea, there you are, Mama said-”

Kimi snapped his head around to see his little brother, Jack, at the top of the stairs, and shushed him with such vigor it was almost comical.

“You’re playing Spies again?” the child whispered, having been used to this sight by now.

“Yes,” replied Kimi in a hushed voice, taking a few steps up. “And it’s very important, so-”

“Can I join?” asked Jack, eyes lighting up. He liked to join Kimi whenever he was blatantly eavesdropping, and they never heard anything consequential anyway, so Kimi usually indulged the kid and made a little game out of it to make his baby brother feel included.

“Uh… not this time, buddy, sorry. Big kid stuff.”

Jack pouted. “Okay… but Mama said you hafta help me pack, so-”

“So I’ll help you in five minutes, I promise,” Kimi said hastily, eager to get back to his parents’ conversation before the subject changed. “Please. Just five minutes.”

“Fine,” his brother replied with an overdramatic groan and went back to his room, leaving Kimi to descend a few stairs and get back to it.

 “- having to watch him ogle my son like that, fucking disgusting,” Toto was saying, and Kimi could hear his father sneering at the words. “I mean, I’m not crazy, right? You’ve seen it.”

“Of course I’ve seen it, dear, I probably noticed it before you did,” replied Susie. “And with how obvious that man is being, I wouldn’t be surprised if other people have noticed the looks, too.”

The looks? The looks?! What were they talking about? Given the context, it sounded like they were discussing him and George, but… it was too good to be true, George looking at him and seeing anything other than his boss’ sweet, innocent young son.

“I’m going to kill him,” Toto stated, his voice so cold that if Kimi didn’t trust him completely the way he did, he’d honestly be scared. He didn’t say it in the flippant way people so often did, no, that came from deep in his soul, he meant that shit. “I’m going to actually kill him.”

“Look, I can’t say I entirely disagree with you, but maybe there are more rational, more legal methods we can try,” Susie said, using that tone she took when her husband was getting way too ahead of himself and she had to remind him to take a step back. “Like getting Andrea to tone it down with those skin tight clothes, for starters…” she mumbled sarcastically under her breath.

“I wish,” Toto said with a chuckle. “... But still, he should be able to dress however he damn well pleases without that bastard looking at him like he wants to…”

Even without being in the room, Kimi knew that his father was gesticulating wildly, and that the vein on his forehead was making a prominent appearance.

Kimi was truly so grateful and happy to finally have parents that loved him and cared so much about his safety - really, he was. But he felt an unwanted jab in his chest at the way they completely dismissed his agency, the way they didn’t even consider that maybe Kimi liked the handsome man he’d been following around the paddock for years, and that maybe Kimi actively sought out and welcomed his attention, and George wasn’t a bad guy for - hypothetically - giving Kimi said attention.

“I need a drink,” his father ceded, and Kimi heard footsteps and some glass clinking.

Despite how increasingly obvious it was becoming that Kimi and George were the topics of this conversation, Kimi could still hardly believe it. He bounced on the balls of his feet, closing his eyes and praying to God above that this was exactly what he hoped it was, and that it wasn’t some misunderstanding.

God must have heard his prayer, because the next exchange from his parents made Kimi objectively the happiest person in the world, and it would be ingrained in his memory forever.

“... I can’t believe you actually threatened your own driver,” said Susie, most notably not sounding very disapproving. “With bodily harm.”

“No, I threatened him with death. Which, seeing as George has been eyefucking our barely legal son right in front of us for months, is entirely called for.”

Susie said something in response, but Kimi physically couldn’t have cared less, and he had never been so grateful to be a chronic eavesdropper.

George had been looking at him. No, not just looking at him - looking at him. The handsome, unattainable man Kimi had been crushing on for years actually wanted him, and had been staring at him with such obvious intent that Kimi’s father had to - oh gosh, he couldn’t believe it - had to actually fucking threaten him to stop looking at Kimi! That’s how obvious it was!

With his hopes confirmed, Kimi practically bounced back up to his room. At his desk, he opened his laptop with so much force it was a miracle he didn’t snap the thing in half, scrambling to find the email with his accommodations for Austin. He then tore a scrap of paper out from one of his school notebooks, and stared analytically at the stationary set his mother had given him.

Choosing a pen that was a shade of blue eerily similar to George’s helmet, he wrote on the scrap of paper, then practically hopped around his room with joy as he read the message again and again and again.

Nobody but him knew, but Andrea Kimi Antonelli-Wolff was the happiest boy in the world.

* * *

Two days later, Austin

George really ought to stop coming to these dinners.

It was hard enough being the great pretender at the paddock, where at least he could get some reprieve between practice sessions and media obligations by fucking off to his driver’s room to get away from it all, to unshackle himself from the burden of pretending to be normal.

At dinner, he had no such luxury. Just a couple hour venture of pretending to be upstanding, gentlemanly Normal George around his peers.

Pretending to be Normal George was becoming increasingly difficult these days. It was hard enough a few weeks ago, before that fateful incident in the gym that crumbled his resolve like a taco after one measly bite had been taken out of it.

Finally giving in had proven to just make things exponentially, catastrophically worse. Because now George had to sit across from the teenager who had occupied his mind as he rutted into his own fist in the shower that morning. And the morning before that. And the morning before that, and the morning before that, and…

Kimi’s parents were also literally right there, Toto beside Kimi and Susie next to George. To make things so much better.

And Kimi, oblivious to George’s plight, was just sitting there, all… breathtaking. George couldn’t put his finger on what, but there was something about Kimi’s face that seemed unnaturally enhanced. His lashes seemed just slightly thicker, his lips a tad too glossy to be natural. The difference was so subtle, yet George couldn’t keep himself from analyzing every little feature.

So pretty… Gosh, George wanted nothing more than to hold and caress that delicate face, to kiss Kimi all over, from his forehead, to his nose, to his cheeks, to his lips-

“Mein Gott- George!”

It took George far too long to notice his boss literally snapping his fingers in his face. 

“Huh? Yes?” George asked, frazzled, as he looked around the long table to see that most of its occupants were staring at him with varing degrees of amusement.

Frankly, George found his coworkers looking at him like that quite a lot these days.

“You okay?” Kimi asked, giggling more than the situation warranted. “You seemed really out of it, George.”

“Yeah, mate,” said Lewis from his seat at George’s right, playfully nudging him with his elbow. “We’ve been trying to get your attention for, like, five minutes.”

George awkwardly cleared his throat. “Sorry, sorry, it’s the, uh… jet lag. You know how it is.”

He got several suspicious looks in return.

“Anyways, what were you lot asking?” he asked, looking around the long table.

“Nothing important,” his teammate said with a shrug. “Just asking what you think of Austin so far.”

“I think it’s fucking hot.”

Across from him, Kimi laughed. Hard. Like Kira at the end of Death Note type laugh. George thought it was a bit much for something that wasn’t even that funny, but the sound was music to his ears, so who was he to complain?

The conversation carried on, mostly about the weather and the jet lag, and the astronomical portion sizes they had been served. 

George was actually engaging in the conversation, and had managed to go a whopping five minutes without having sinful thoughts about the teenager in front of him (a new personal best) when he felt an insect slowly crawl up his ankle, causing him to jerk his leg up and hit the table hard enough with his knee to startle everyone and probably leave him with a gnarly bruise.

“You okay?” asked Susie, as everyone looked at him with genuine concern over his outburst.

“No, God, felt a bug on my leg,” George said with nothing short of panic, bending down and ruffling his pant leg. “Shit.”

That explained enough. It was no secret that George’s phobia bordered on crippling.

“Sorry, Princess George,” Lewis lightheartedly mocked. He was the one who most often got stuck with killing whatever insect George found in his driver’s room. “Can’t help you this time. I’m sure the little guy’s gone now, you probably shook him out.”

George shuddered. “I hope so,” he said, losing his appetite significantly at the thought of some critter crawling around under the table, waiting to strike. Fuck, he hated bugs. Hated them so much.

Luckily, a few minutes was all it took for George to stop fretting about the critter that was surely prowling around under everyone’s noses.

“Don’t laugh!” he exclaimed after half the table was in stitches over another one of his delusional soccer takes. “I’m serious - Wolves will bounce back! They’ve got what it takes to go all the way this y- oh gosh damnit!”

Yet again, George was sent into panic mode by the fleeting sensation of something light traveling up his ankle, immediately yanking his leg off the floor and swatting at it like it was on fire.

“That bug again?” Kimi asked from across the table, looking at George with something akin to pity.

“George, I’m half convinced this bug’s a figment of your imagination,” said Bono, with nearly everyone chuckling in agreement.

“That’s what they want you to think, the little bastards,” George said, with the intensity of someone discussing government secrets. “See, of course they choose the one person with a fear of bugs to go after. They’re evil and they can read my thoughts.”

“... Okay, George,” Toto said with a sigh, having heard similar ranting from him before.

George spent the main course hyperaware of every gust of air and every rustle of his own clothes against his skin, mentally preparing to see the horrific insect that had been accosting him and book it out of there.

“You know, Lewis,” Angela said from a couple seats down, using the tone of voice that indicated to George’s nosey ass that something good would follow. “I heard some whispers that a certain blonde Sky Sports pundit will be gracing us with his presence this weekend…”

That caught literally everyone’s attention, with some people, including Kimi, audibly gasping.

“Angela!” the teen said, aghast. “Guys, no one say his name, you know it’s Lewis’ trigger word.”

“It is not,” Lewis said assertively, putting his fork down with a little too much umph and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. “Contrary to what you think, I can, in fact, say his name.”

“Than say it,” Toto commanded bluntly, clearly amused.

“... No.”

Lewis was right next to George, so George could see his teammate’s brown eyes darting around the table like a cornered animal, looking for any topic of conversation that didn’t include his ex lover friend rival teammate situationship final boss thing.

“So, Kimi!” Lewis started, before loudly clearing his throat. “You, uh, seeing any boys at school?”

“Not now,” Kimi replied, finger gingerly tracing of the rim of his glass, which contained soda. “I’ve been asked out a bunch, but Mama and Papa said I’m not allowed to date.”

“Not true,” chided Susie. “The rules are that you’re allowed to date nice boys your age.”

Logically, George knew that statement wasn’t directly aimed at him. Didn’t make it sting any less, though.

“It just so happens, figliolo,” started Toto, who was cutting his son’s food for him, “that boys your age are terrible. So you should wait.”

“Exactly,” was all Kimi said, as Toto finished cutting his food for him. He took the plate back, kissing Toto on the cheek with a, “Thank you, Papa.”

George tried so hard not to overthink that simple conversation, but he couldn’t help himself. Y’know what, yeah, Toto was right. Boys Kimi’s age were terrible, which is why George, with all his maturity and experience and worldliness, would be a much better fit for someone as precious as Kimi. At least, that was what he told himself at night to excuse the horrible thoughts he had about Kimi, and what he would do in response to them.

Sometimes he wondered about whether or not he could get Toto to see it that way - that George, older and mature and thinking about settling down with someone, would be much better for Kimi than some immature high school or college boy that just wants a bit of fun or to take advantage of Kimi for his wealth and connections. He honestly sometimes considered sitting Toto down and explaining that he likes Kimi, and Kimi is an adult who likes him too, and that with Toto and Susie’s blessing he’d like to date Kimi properly, that he’d promise to treat Kimi with love and respect and always have him home on time.

But he knew that those could only ever be just thoughts. There was no way Kimi’s parents would see a kind, slightly older man who wanted to treat their son well and support him in whatever endeavors he chose in life. They’d only see their ages. Eighteen and twenty-seven. And they’d probably be right to.

Gosh, George realized, he’d been staring down at his untouched wine glass just thinking for a while now. He’d been doing that a lot lately - staring at something and thinking for several uninterrupted minutes.

He was genuinely considering getting a diary for all these thoughts when that pesky fucking-

It wasn’t a bug.

The all too familiar presence was right there on George’s foot, as it had been twice already that evening, and George was just now realizing that it was too strong, too steady to be a flimsy little insect.

Relief rolled off George’s shoulders and he felt his posture become less stiff as he realized there was no creepy crawly under the table that craved his death, and that he was free to eat in peace. No bug, just the foot of someone who probably thought George’s leg was the leg of a table or chair.

For the first time since his fear of a bug made him lose his appetite, George was actually able to enjoy the frankly outrageous amount of food in front of him. He had to admit, though, the steak was cooked to perfection, even if there was too damn much of it.

The slight pressure against George’s foot didn’t go away, but he had stopped paying attention to it. Until it started to move just to, to and fro in a way that felt intentional.

He furrowed his brows as the conversations beside him carried on. That was odd. 

“So, George,” Kimi said casually in between sips of soda. “How’re you feeling about your chances this weekend?”

The racing talk got his mind off what was going on under the table. “Honestly, I’m less worried about my driving than I am about the damn engine,” he said lightheartedly.

Several others got roped into their conversation, and George was doing a pretty good job of ignoring the foot continuously rubbing against his own under the table, still justifying it as someone thinking he was a table leg, until it started skirting up his pant leg right by his ankle.

George’s jaw tightened, feeling someone’s shoe on his right shin under his clothes.

He looked around the table to see if anyone adjacent to him was looking at him or moving oddly.

It was difficult for him to mentally map out who could be sitting at such a spot that would make playing footsie possible. It couldn’t have been anyone next to him, he’d feel them trying to snake around his legs, and it would be quite obvious. Furthermore, the people next to him were Susie and Lewis, which… seemed unlikely.

George supposed he could have been wrong, but he didn’t think it would be very feasible for one of the people diagonal to him to reach their leg out and snake it up George’s pant leg at such an angle. Plus, one of them was Toto, another improbably culprit.

Which left only the person across from him. And really, George wasn’t stupid enough to truly entertain the idea of anyone else.

Kimi had abandoned the racing conversation in favor of chatting with his parents about college applications, and the sheer frequency at which he kept shooting glances George’s way to gauge his reaction was downright comical. Literally every two or three seconds, he’d flick his eyes to George, then back to his conversation, rinse and repeat, the action so obvious it was adorable.

“Your brother loved going to school in America,” Toto was saying. “Wouldn’t hurt to send out some applications here, figliolo.”

Kimi shook his head petulantly, and George got the feeling that the family had had iterations of this conversation before. “No, no, that’s way too far,” Kimi said, all the while he was sliding his foot under George’s pant leg beneath the table.

Fuck, George thought as Kimi once again glanced at him with eyes so dark they were practically sin incarnate. This can’t be happening.

“I wanna stay close to you guys,” Kimi continued, removing his foot from George’s leg.

George let out a shaky breath of relief, thinking it was over, when he felt it again. Kimi’s foot was at his leg again, only now it was over his pants, so Kimi could slowly snake it a little higher.

‘Christ, George, calm yourself. You’re not getting all worked up over footsie like some horny teenager. It’s just your leg, nothing sexual about that. Calm. Down.’

He tried to listen to Normal George, but something about the simple, not even overtly sexual act of having Kimi’s foot touch his leg was driving him fucking wild. Was he really that deprived? The edges of his vision were blurring with the sensation - or maybe that was all in his head - and he had half a mind to book it to the kitchen and accost the chef for a head of garlic to bite into to get him out of the mood he was unfortunately starting to get into.

“I liked touring Oxford,” Kimi said simply, like he wasn’t filling George’s head with the dirtiest thoughts imaginable, at the dinner table, no less. 

Kimi moved his foot up to George’s knee, and the poor man let out a sound that he had to quickly cover up as just clearing his throat.

“Well, it’s a great school,” replied Susie. “Plus, our house is right there.”

“And Papa can send the jet for me to go back to Monaco on weekends to see you guys.”

“I suppose,” said Toto. “Though, let’s focus on you finishing this semester strong for now.”

Kimi hummed in agreement, taking his half full glass of soda and sipping straight from the glass despite the fact that the drink had a straw in it.

George made it a point to return to his meal and decidedly not focus on the boy - the man - in front of him, but Kimi had other plans, as his foot crept to George’s thigh, causing George to drop his knife on the pristine white tablecloth and bring his hand to his mouth to bite down on his knuckle.

And Kimi, the conniving little thing, just smiled. Not a knowing, calculating smirk, but a cute little grin as he locked eyes with George over his glass, like Christmas had come early.

It was endearingly adorable, how Kimi had to slouch a little in his chair to get his leg to reach all the way over to George.

While the simple feeling of Kimi’s foot creeping onto his thigh wasn’t anything scandalous, George’s thoughts that followed the action bordered on obscene. Oh, what a fucking tease. And that smug, cute little smile on his face as if he hadn’t done anything wrong, George wanted to replace it with something very different. 

He wanted so badly to teach Kimi a lesson about acting out like this, in the best way possible. If he was gonna play the brat game, fine, but George was going to have to remind him who was in charge, even if - especially if - that meant pinning Kimi down and-

‘Nope, nope, nope,’ George reminded himself, halting his train of thought before it could get to the point of return. ‘Eighteen-year-old son of your boss, George, eighteen-year-old son of your boss, he’s barely legal and you should be locked up for even thinking this, fucking pervert. What would your parents say? Gosh, what would his parents say?’

George, desperate for an end to this before he went into some sort of episode, covered his mouth with his hand for reasons he couldn’t quite place, and gave Kimi a pointed look that screamed ‘Please, please stop.’

Kimi had the audacity to look confused, pouting a little and furrowing his brows as his foot crept higher on George’s inner thigh.

George stood up in the most unsubtle way possible. “Restroom,” he said, stepping behind his chair and pushing it in.

“Woah, you okay, mate?” asked Lewis, lightly grabbing George’s wrist. “You look kinda-”

“Bad seafood,” George said, despite the fact that there was nothing even akin to seafood on his plate, and left, looking around to find signs that led to the restroom.

He thanked his lucky stars that the room was empty. It was smaller than his breakdown restroom from Monaco, but just as prim and well-kept, with a marble countertop and tissue boxes between each sink. The perfect place for a Formula One driver who’s having unwelcome revelations about himself to spiral.

The fact that he had gone through this song and dance before wasn’t lost on him. Only now it was exponentially, infinitely, stratospherically worse. 

“Gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh,” he repeated over and over, pacing around in front of the sinks like a madman, head in hands as he tried to will the obscene thoughts about Kimi, and the borderline painful tightness in his pants, away.

Oh, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He was really starting to understand the meaning of intrusive thoughts now, as the bad thoughts seamlessly broke through all George’s defenses and infected his brain like the plague.

Kimi’s hand instead of his foot travelling up George’s leg, that shy little look on Kimi’s face as he breathlessly confesses to George that he’s never done this before, George gently setting Kimi down on the bed and finally - finally - taking him.

George was so frustrated with himself that he almost screamed, gripping the counter for dear life. He needed to get out of this hazy, lustful mood, and fast, because if he stayed away from the dinner table too long, people would get suspicious.

‘Think, George, think bad thoughts, horrible thoughts,’ he thought to himself, eyes squeezed shut. ‘Bugs, famine, war, Toto finding out you want to defile his little boy, death…’

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the restroom door swinging open, and George probably looked like exactly what he was: someone on the verge of a complete nervous breakdown, as he snapped his head up and shot his eyes open to look at- oh for fuck’s sake.

“Hey, George,” Kimi said, with all the politeness in the world as he approached the sink next to the one George was at. “Heard your seafood wasn’t sitting right with you, you okay?”

The fact that Kimi sounded so genuinely concerned only made George feel - somehow - even smaller. He wasn’t deserving of a shred of Kimi’s kindness.

“Yeah, yeah, all fine,” replied George, turning the faucet on and washing his hands, so it didn’t look like he was just standing there at the sink having a mental breakdown.

“Good to hear,” Kimi said, sweet smile evident in his adorable, accented voice. “Though, I’m sure Valtteri will be disappointed to hear you’re okay.”

The chuckle George was going to let out stopped dead in his throat as he saw Kimi reach into his pocket and pull out an expensive-looking tube, twist said tube open, and reveal it to be lip gloss.

George knew better than to stare at a teenager’s mouth as said teenager applied lip gloss. Yet, here he was, taking in every detail of Kimi: the way he adorably leaned forward to get a better view of himself in the pristinely clean mirror, how he gently dabbed the product on rather than slathering it, and how he had the nerve to tantalizingly rub his lips together, then pout, as if unhappy with his results.

Kimi’s glossed-up lips were objectively the most interesting thing in the world, and George studied them like his life depended on it. Kimi really was perfecting the art of subtlety - the product had no color, just a little shimmer that George would’ve chalked up to lighting if he hadn’t known better.

When Kimi turned his head and looked at George, George knew the right thing to do was avert his gaze and pretend he hadn’t been caught ogling. But those big, expressive brown eyes had him in a vice grip, and he wouldn’t have looked away for anything in the world.

“... George?” Kimi asked, his voice a little shaky. Gone was the minx who had just given George a crisis at the dinner table - this Kimi looked like he wasn’t even capable of such an act.

“Yeah?” asked George casually.

“I, uh, think I put too much on. Can you… c’mere?” Kimi requested, voice going quiet at the end as he beckoned George toward him with his hand.

George took that as his cue to grab one of the tissue boxes and make the already measly distance between them smaller.

“Here ya go,” he said, offering the box to Kimi.

Kimi’s jaw set, and a frown tugged at the edges of his lips just a little.

“George, please don’t hate me.”

“I could ne-”

With Kimi’s hands on George’s shoulders bringing him down to make their lips meet, George had never folded so quickly in his life.

Even if he had known this would happen, even if he had spent a thousand years in a cave somewhere, meditating in silence to build up the willpower to resist this, it would have all been pointless the second he felt those soft, eager lips exploring his own.

Poor George, never stood a fucking chance against Andrea Kimi Antonelli-Wolff.

To evidence that fact, George didn’t waste a second before kissing Kimi back, hands gripping Kimi’s waist, and he barely registered the sound of the tissue box clattering against the ground.

He should have hesitated, at least tried to resist and show some resolve against something he knew full well was wrong, wrong, wrong.

And yet, George persisted, kissing Kimi with a desperate intensity that probably bordered on overwhelming for the poor thing, spurred on by the taste of fruity lip gloss on his tongue and Kimi’s wanting hands moving from his shoulders to his neck and his hair.

Gently drifting his hands to Kimi’s hips, George lightly turned Kimi and nudged him against the counter, not so harsh as to hurt but enough to be commanding.

The sound that escaped Kimi’s mouth - something between a gasp and an adorable little squeak - put the fear of God in George that he had been too rough in his maneuver that could barely be described as proper manhandling.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, was I too rough-?”

“Don’t you dare,” said Kimi, with such determination that George knew then and there he would be under Kimi’s spell forever.

They started kissing again with desperate intensity, as if they were people who had never kissed before and knew they never would again. 

The two were trying to memorize every detail of the other, as evidenced by the fact that Kimi was carding his hands through George’s neatly-kept hair like his life depended on it, and exploring the inside of his mouth with far too much vigor, but that just made him more endearing. He was messy and lacked any sense of finesse and George loved every second of it.

At some point, Kimi’s stance had opened just enough so that George could fit a knee right up between his legs, and he did just that, with just enough pressure to make it feel good - and oh, good God, the sound that elicited from Kimi, the sound, was Heaven bottled, better than all of Kimi’s whimpers and squeaks from George’s numerous dreams.

George thanked God above that, even in this bliss, he was still alert, as he heard the wretched sound of what had to be expensive shoes getting closer and closer.

“Damnit,” he muttered, clearly agitated as he pulled away from his rightful position pinning Kimi against the counter. 

Kimi turned around, and the two straightened themselves out in the mirror with such haste and synchronicity that it was almost comical, the way they both tried in vain to make their hair appear as if the other hadn’t been very keen on messing it up.

When the door swung open, they both snapped their gazes toward it like guilty men.

“Papa!” Kimi exclaimed, voice only breaking a little as he stuffed his nervous hands in his pockets.

Toto’s gaze - sharp and deadly and not at all like his usual self - fell not to his son, but to George.

“You’ve been gone a while,” he said, after giving George the staredown of the century. “Your mother and I were getting worried about you, piccolo.”

Maybe the best experience of George’s life had altered his perception of time, but he felt it really couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes since Kimi came in here.

“Everything’s fine,” Kimi said, with an innocence so genuine George worried that he had just experienced a very elaborate, very concerning hallucination. “I was just chatting with George.”

“I see,” Toto said, giving his driver a look more withering than any he had given to his harshest rivals or worst enemies. 

George hastily, and too late, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in a desperate attempt to rid himself of any shimmery, glossy residue. He tried to make the action look as natural as he could.

“C’mon, son.”

“Yeah,” Kimi started, glancing back at George, before his eyebrows shot up in an expression that indicated he had remembered something.

“You got something right here,” the Italian said. He removed one of his hands from his pockets and stood in front of George, positioned so that his father couldn’t see his hand as it pretended to wipe something off of the lapel of George’s blazer, but not-so-discreetly slipped a piece of paper into his pocket. “There ya go!”

“Thanks,” George said, feeling like he was facing a firing squad.

Toto slung a strong arm over his son’s shoulder, the action natural to him from having done it hundreds of times.

As the family of two headed for the door, Toto made no effort to hide the glare he threw George’s way, literally behind Kimi’s back. Glare wasn’t the right word for it - it was so strong that it made George feel wretched and rotten and like the smallest man who ever lived.

The last thing George noticed before Kimi and Toto were out the door was the way Toto’s large hand gripped Kimi’s shoulder - not just simply holding his kid, but strong fingers splayed out protectively over Kimi’s upper arm as if to shield him. George couldn’t blame the man.

Alone, George pathetically stumbled to one of the sinks, just staring down into the pristine white basin.

What just happened?

He found himself asking that same question over and over again. The logical part of his brain was harshly telling him that there was no way the thing he thinks just happened actually happened. There was no explanation for Kimi - sweet, young, innocent Kimi - to randomly kiss George out of nowhere. George was far too old - surely Kimi would be rightfully scandalized and fightened had he known about the thoughts George harbored about him, the thoughts George kept in the dark, wretched vault of his mind. Surely Kimi wouldn’t have kissed him had he known about them.

But as George lifted his head to see his own guilt-ridden stare in the mirror, the physical evidence was splayed out across his face in all its shimmery glory. In an effort to hide the residue left from getting intimately familiar with Kimi’s glossy, perfect lips, George had swiped the evidence over half his cheek, right for Toto to see. Fucking nice job, man.

It was then that he remembered what Kimi had done right before his father had swept in and dragged him away from bring further corrupted by George’s ways. He slowly reached for his pocket, terrified he would find nothing at all and realize that his want for Kimi had gotten so bad that his brain was fed up with dreams and was starting to conjure up vivid, detailed visual and auditory hallucinations.

He closed his eyes and almost felt tears prick at them when he felt it. A thin scrap of paper - evidence that what had just happened was actual, tangible, real.

Removing it from his pocket, George examined it the way an archaeologist would a holy relic. Folded in half, straight on two sides but torn on the other two, the light blue lines indicating it had been torn out of a notebook.

The few milliseconds it took to open felt like forever, as George’s heart pounded and mouth went dry in anticipation.

room 12A

- K ♡

George almost dropped the damn thing. Right there, in blue handwriting, was… what? An invitation? To what?

With desperate, longing fingers, he traced the cute little heart Kimi had drawn with his own hand. The thought of Kimi, probably blushing and smiling as he wrote a note for George with ink the color of his signature blue, drawing a cute little heart next to his initial to indicate his interest… gosh, the thought filled George’s heart with a something so fond, so endeared, that he had to close his eyes as he took it in.

It was in moments like these, where he simply imagined Kimi being, in his most natural state, doing something mundane like writing a cute note, that George briefly, fleetingly thought that maybe his feelings for Kimi weren’t so indicative of George having a wretched heart and evil intentions. How could wanting to see Kimi smile and giggle while drawing little hearts be so wrong?

As much as it pained him, he debated throwing the note out, along with the faintest idea of going to Kimi’s room that night. But it wouldn’t have mattered. Even if he did throw the note away, the image of its contents would be tattooed into his brain until the end of time.

George returned to the dinner table after staying in the bathroom for several more minutes to do some frantic research on his phone. Unfortunately, his incognito search of ‘what to do when you just made out with the barely legal son of your very scary boss’ proved fruitless, and probably got him put on a watchlist.

Throughout the remainder of dinner and dessert, Kimi really didn’t give George much attention, though he suspected that was less of Kimi’s own volition and more due to his father’s interference. 

Toto spect the entire rest of the evening with a hand either on his son’s shoulder, upper back, or the back of his neck - nothing out of the usual for him, really, but George felt the action was targeted. Especially combined with how Toto made it a point to keep Kimi involved in whatever conversation Toto was a part of, how the man often found excuses to adjust Kimi’s shirt collar or hair, and how he really laid it on thick with his usual endearments and affection.

It could have meant nothing, was probably just completely normal behavior that George was reading too much into because he was watching Kimi’s every move, but he couldn’t help but suspect that this was Toto’s way of reminding him just whose very young son he was getting precariously close to corrupting.

The paranoia had seeped so deeply into George’s bones by the end of the evening that it almost - almost - offset the elated rush he was still feeling from making out with the prettiest boy in the world.

But it couldn’t happen again, he knew.

Surely this was a test, the final test of George’s precarious resolve. But he would be strong, of course.

Note in his jacket pocket be damned, there was no possible way he would end up visiting Kimi Antonelli-Wolff’s ro-

* * *

Yeah so George found himself outside of room 12A less than two hours later.

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No matter how he tries to rationalize it, George can’t imagine a scenario in which this doesn’t look weird at best and bad at worst.

He was, of course, painfully aware of how it looked, how bad it looked, showing up to a teenager’s room well past ten at night. He kept looking to his left and right to make sure the coast was clear, like he was partaking in some kind of sketchy Breaking Bad-esque drug deal. Because he knew that if anyone, or God forbid, Toto, found him outside Kimi’s room at this hour, there would be no buying whatever pathetic excuse he conjured up.

Only, what he would hypothetically say in that scenario was the truth: he was just here to talk.

That was what George had decided during the hour he spent pacing his own hotel room, Kimi’s note in hand, edges of it already fraying from George constantly touching it. He would go to Kimi’s room to let him down easy, to tell him that it’s nothing personal, and that while Kimi’s a great kid - guy, a great guy - what happened between them can’t happen again.

It was an important talk to have, so important that George had listened to the voice in his head telling him to liberally spray on his muskiest cologne and shave off his five o’clock shadow. Because he needed to keep up appearances to have such an important, civil conversation that surely wouldn’t bypass any professional boundaries. Naturally. 

The heat in his cheeks and tingling under his skin as he knocked on the door were also just symptoms of George getting ready to have a very important conversation with the son of someone he greatly respected.

There was such a small window of time in between George knocking on the door and Kimi answering it that it would have been embarrassing had George not found it so endearing.

“George! You’re here!” Kimi exclaimed, and gosh, he looked so happy, practically bouncing and emitting joy, and suddenly George wanted to make it his personal mission to make Kimi that happy every single day of his life.

He shoved the thought, however tempting, down. No, no, he was here to put a stop to this. The privilege of making Kimi happy was not his to stake claim to.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” George stated, nervously looking around the hallway to check if Kimi’s loud voice had lured anyone out of their room. As far as he was concerned, most of the team was situated on this floor. “Can I come in?” he asked in a hurry.

Kimi’s infectious joy didn’t lessen one bit as he stepped aside to let George in, and George physically felt his shoulders untense when he heard the click of the door closing behind him.

“Thought you usually stayed in your parents’ suite,” George mused, shoving his hands in his pockets and trying to appear nonchalant as he gazed around the room. The lighting wasn’t great, as the room was lit by the bedside lamps rather than the fluorescent overhead lights that George usually found quite irritating. There was something off about the four-poster bed donned with several plushies - George noticed that it was made, yes, but not in the meticulous, picture perfect way hotel staff made the beds - it was more likely that this was Kimi’s hasty handiwork. Kimi’s luggage was nowhere in sight, as it seemed Kimi had cleaned up in expectation of company.

Kimi’s phone rested on one of the bedside tables, and some sultry, synthy pop song George didn’t recognize was emitting faintly from it.

“I usually do,” Kimi said, stepping away from the door and with his hands behind his back, as if nervous. “But I asked Mama and Papa to book me my own room this time. Told them I’d be up late studying, don’t wanna disturb them.”

“Considerate,” mused George, turning around and offering Kimi a genuinely endeared smile. He suddenly felt underdressed - Kimi was still in his dinner clothes, except with just socks instead of dress shoes, while George had donned the classic t-shirt, hoodie, gray sweats, and expensive sneakers combo.

Kimi averted eye contact, seemingly having not much else to say.

George approached the bed, plucking one of the half a dozen or so plushies from its carefully orchestrated spot amongst the silk pillows. It was familiar, and George knew from when.

“I got this little guy for you, right?” George asked, smile evident in his voice as he showed Kimi the soft plush - a red, round one with big, green leaves pointing up at the top with what George thought might be eyes, and a worm-like tail poking out from the bottom.

“Mhm!” Kimi nodded happily, and George thought he could see a blush on his face even in the dim lighting. “He’s an Applin.”

George nodded in acknowledgement, turning the rotund plush around to examine it. He remembered - Kimi’s birthday party a couple years ago. Naturally, Kimi’s birthday was an event that warranted not only Kimi’s friends, but everyone the Wolff family was acquainted with, including George. There was catering and networking amongst the adults while Kimi, his siblings, and his school friends made a ruckus out by the pool, all while gifts piled up for the already quite spoiled birthday boy.

Back then, George had agonized over what to bring as a gift - because obviously it would look bad if he got his boss’ son a shitty or thoughtless gift, but what should he have gotten the teenage son of a billionaire, who already had everything he could have possibly waned? He had resorted to straight up asking Toto what he should bring for Kimi - to which the team principal said that his son went crazy over anything Pokemon, so George had went online that night, searched for Pokemon plushies, and ordered one he thought was cute.

He also remembered greeting Kimi at the party, how George had ruffled his hair and wished Little Wolff a happy birthday as he gave him his gift. Namely, he remembered how several of Kimi’s friends had giggled like crazy at the interaction, and the whispered conversations and glances at George they shared when Kimi had regrouped with them.

Even back then, he’d known why. Of course he’d known why. It was the same way he’d act back when he was in school and one of his friends had interacted with their crush.

“Y’know,” Kimi started, unknowingly halting George from delving further into memories he’d really rather avoid right now, “there’s this tradition in Galar where-”

“In what now?”

“A region in Pokemon,” Kimi said with a smile and an eye roll, clearly appalled that George didn’t know this basic information. “And there’s this tradition there where people give the person they like an Applin.”

“I see,” George said softly.

“And…” started Kimi, cautiously coming closer. “Tradition says that if you give the person you like an Applin, you’ll have a happy life together forever.”

“You’re making that up,” George replied with a smirk. Part of him wanted Kimi to come even closer, while Normal George knew it was in both of their best interests that they stay as far away from each other as possible.

“I’m not, it says so in the game,” said Kimi, and the less rational, more selfish and wretched side of George jumped for joy when Kimi stood right next to him, tilting his head to look up, the mood lighting making his already stunning eyes look even darker than usual, and still so beautiful.

George was still holding the cute plush, and he heard a cartoonishly loud, nervous gulp come from Kimi before the teen gingerly reached out and held George’s wrist.

“So… maybe I should get you an Applin,” Kimi said, voice shaky and shy, the juvenile fear of rejection captivating every syllable. 

“Kimi,” George breathed, barely above a whisper. “This is so wrong.”

He felt crushed under the weight of the admission. It was the first time either of them had admitted the quiet part out loud, had dared to acknowledge this back-and-forth, this dance they’d been doing for months now.

“What… what happened in the restaurant,” George continued, the words coming up like rocks in his mouth. He lightly shook his head, clearly trying to convince himself rather than the beautiful, willing boy in front of him. “It’s wrong, Kimi.”

“Why?” was all Kimi asked. He sounded so hurt, so crushed, that it only made George hate himself more - something he was beginning to think wasn’t even possible.

“‘Cause you’re eighteen,” George said simply. Truly, those three words were the root of all his problems. “You’re eighteen, and I’m twenty-seven, and you’re my team principal’s kid.”

Kimi frowned, and even that would have been adorable if not for the sadness in his eyes. “I don’t see why any of those things should prevent us from being together.”

George ignored how the cold, rotten organ in his chest jumped at the words ‘being together.’ 

“I’m too old for you. Men my age who go for people your age are taking advantage and you should stay far away from them, myself included. And your father - both your parents, actually - would kill me. And I don’t mean that figuratively, I mean actually, honest to God, kill me,” he rambled. “We’d have to keep this a secret for God knows how long, probably forever. Not that we will, obviously, because there’s no way there will be a ‘this,’ because you’re so… God, Kimi, you’re so amazing, and sweet, and smart and… and pure, and you deserve better than-”

George’s breath caught in his throat, unable to go on.

Kimi was looking at him with a look of utter confusion, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he tried desperately to understand. “... Better than what?” he asked.

George’s shoulders sank, and he uttered the most honest thing he’d ever said in his life.

“I’m a bad man, Kimi.”

His heart shattered as he saw pure hurt cross Kimi’s beautiful face, as if Kimi was the one who had just been called something awful. “How could you say-?”

“Kimi, no decent man my age… would look at someone your age the way I’ve been looking at you, would think about you the way I’ve been thinking about you.”

It seemed the thinly-veiled admission of George’s rotten desires failed to lessen Kimi’s interest, as the hurt on his face was replaced with something else entirely.

“And yet you’re here. And yet you’re in my room.”

George felt like he’d been caught red-handed. His face heated up as he felt so completely called out. Here he was, going on about how awful he was, how wrong this was, when he had accepted Kimi’s invitation to his room out of his own free will.

Deep down, he knew. Knew the second he’d read that note, knew throughout the rest of dinner, knew while he was putting on that cologne and shaving, knew while walking to Kimi’s room and before he had even knocked on the damn door.

He knew what he was here for.

George honestly could have laughed. Played like a fiddle by a teenager.

Kimi smiled, giddy and victorious. Gotcha. 

When Kimi took a step back, George could physically feel his absence, could feel the gravitational pull between them. Kimi innocently tucked his hands behind his back, looking at him all sweet, all the while the soft lighting and formal clothes drew attention to that beautiful, divinely created figure of his.

“No one’s forcing you, George,” Kimi said, voice heavenly and beautiful with the melody of George’s demise.

George felt what flimsy willpower he had evaporate off his skin.

“But I want you to stay,” Kimi continued. His voice lacked the seductive, enticing tone of someone inviting a man to stay in their room. No, he sounded like exactly who he was: a nervous teenager asking out their crush.

“Please stay. We both know what you’re here for, so when are you going to stop pretending and just take it?”

Some primal defense mechanism in George’s brain was telling him this was his last chance, that if he sunk his teeth into the forbidden fruit further, there’d be no going back to the garden where George could confidently say he hadn’t done what he was about to do with a teenager. Literally every instinct George had was screaming at him in that moment to leave, to walk away now and leave this phase of his life behind for good. To be strong and good and moral and do right by Kimi and preserve his innocence.

But Kimi was standing there, caught in the soft lighting, looking at George with those big, doe eyes like he was the only thing that mattered, and George knew he never stood a chance.

George was a weak, weak man, and he knew this. 

With legs as long as George’s, it took barely two strides for him to cross what space remained, the look in his blue eyes hungry and predatory as he took Kimi’s face in too-large hands and, as Kimi requested, did what they both knew full well he came here to do.

He collided their lips with force, just enough so as to not hurt the precious, delicate thing in front of him. In the split second it took for George to get closer, he could see that Kimi looked like the cat who got the cream, all eager and willing, yet letting out a cute little squeak as George finally took what he wanted.

“Your father,” George whispered between too-heated, desperate kisses, his voice hushed as if the man in question would hear them somehow, and his lips brushing against Kimi’s soft ones as he spoke, “is going to kill us-”

“Mm, no, he’ll just kill you,” Kimi said with complete sincerity, not sounding too perturbed by that fact. “And my father isn’t here right now,” he continued, hands reaching up to frame George’s face. His following whispers in the darkness held all the promises George had longed for but never thought he’d be good enough to hear. “And I want you. I’ve needed you for so long and I don’t know if I can go on any longer pretending that I don’t. I want to give you everything, George, I… I want to give you my body.”

Despite having seen similar scenes in his dreams, they hadn’t prepared him for the crushing blow that was having Kimi pressed up against him, lips kiss-swollen and eyes wide and pleading, literally begging to give George the most sacred part of himself.

And oh, did George want to take.

Kimi kissed now the same way he did a couple of hours ago - sorely lacking in finesse and more than making up for it in pure, unbridled enthusiasm, and damn, did George like it that way, fucking reveling in the idea that Kimi didn’t know how to do this, that he hadn’t kissed another boy with such ferocity the way he was kissing George.

For the first time since this whole ordeal started, George completely dismissed the nagging voice telling him that that was a pretty fucked up thought to have. No, Normal George could shove it. He had no place in this room, not when Kimi was looping his arms around George’s neck in an attempt to bring George, who was already bending down at an awkward angle, down to his level.

Getting an idea, George lowered himself a bit more so that he could get his left hand on the back of Kimi’s knee, making Kimi’s knees buckle and effortlessly hoisting him up, supporting him with just his right arm while his left hand cradled the back of Kimi’s head, long fingers entangled in soft, beautiful curls.

Another excited sound, something between a gasp and a giggle, escaped Kimi’s throat as he was lifted up like he was completely weightless. “You’re so strong,” he said, sounding nothing short of starstruck.

George had half a mind to show Kimi how strong he really was. Especially after everything Kimi pulled today, he probably deserved to get tossed around, hoisted over George’s shoulder and thrown onto the bed, but George thought Kimi deserved better than to be thrown around like a ragdoll.

With finesse and grace, George spun them around and backed Kimi into the wall for more support, left hand shielding Kimi’s precious head from coming into contact with the surface behind him. They were right next to some generic piece of hotel art, so bland when compared to Kimi’s beauty that it was almost offensive. 

George went back to kissing him, pressing his whole frame into Kimi’s lithe one.

With far too much enthusiasm, he started trailing open-mouthed kisses along Kimi’s smooth jaw and neck, the same neck he’d spent the past months dreaming of sinking his teeth into like some kind of desperate, needy vampire.

It was probably fucked up, but he felt so damn powerful when Kimi tilted his head to allow George free reign over the expanse of his neck, and he felt downright drunk when Kimi let out a little “ah!” as George nipped at him for the first time.

Desperately missing the feel and taste of Kimi’s lips, George resumed their earlier kissing, fully intending to return to Kimi’s neck later.

“George,” Kimi panted when they broke apart for air, both of them breathing hard. “I- I hafta ask… How much garlic have you been eating?”

It was embarrassment rather than arousal that made George blush, for once, as he instinctively removed his left hand from cradling Kimi’s precious head and gingerly covered his mouth.

“Uh…” he stammered like an idiot. The last thing he wanted to do was lie to this sweet, trusting boy, but he also really, really didn’t want to tell the truth: that he had taken to biting into raw garlic to quell his horniness when he had unsavory thoughts about Kimi at night. Which was most every night.

“Enough that I’ve started carrying these around,” he settled on, as he reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out an almost empty pack of breath strips. Technically not a lie!

Kimi smiled and giggled, his flush from having been kissing George making him look downright angelic. “Prepared for anything, I see,” he said in his sweet, siren-like, Italian accented voice.

“One moment please,” George said, setting a strip on his tongue. He dropped the packet to the ground, not caring enough to put it back in his pocket, as he wanted to get his hand back on Kimi as soon as possible, lest he literally die.

Kimi hummed in response, both of them chuckling at how absurd this was. While George hummed something akin to elevator music while he strip dissolved on his tongue, aknowledging the awkwardness of the moment, Kimi hesitantly reached out to play with George’s hair, looking at him as if afraid he might evaporate away at any moment.

Smiling, George leaned forward and kissed Kimi again, still feeling just as electric as the first time. “Better, love?” he asked.

Kimi reddened to an almost medically concerning degree. “Minty fresh,” he replied.

“Now, where was I…” George’s normally polite, gentlemanly voice dropped to a more husky tone as he resumed his work at Kimi’s neck, starting with slow kisses, then nipping at him playfully.

George had to actually hold himself back from giggling like a weirdo. Gosh, he just felt so giddy. He couldn’t believe he was actually getting to do this, and it seemed Kimi had inadvertently brought George down to match his maturity level.

He got bold and properly sucked on a spot of Kimi’s neck for the first time, and not a squeak, but an actual honest moan escaped Kimi’s beautiful lips as he tilted his head back, and damn, George could have probably came from that sound alone - that beautiful, otherworldly sound.

Kimi’s legs, which were wrapped around George for support, desperately squeezed him closer, so that he was even more flush against Kimi’s body, which he didn’t even think was possible.

“So pretty,” George muttered against hot skin, before gently flicking his tongue over the spot he had just sucked on. “So, so beautiful.”

George moved to the other side of Kimi’s neck, biting and sucking there too. Fleetingly, he thought against the idea of potentially leaving hickeys on the neck of Toto’s teenage son.

But damn it. He didn’t have it in him to care right now.

“Ah… George,” Kimi breathed, chest falling and rising like he was out of breath. “That’s, that’s so…”

He thought it so cute how Kimi could barely string together a sentence, and he just couldn’t help himself, and kissed Kimi yet again.

One of the most beautiful sounds George had ever heard arose from Kimi’s throat, muffled by their kiss. Kimi was cradling George’s jaw like it was precious, deepening the kiss and trying to map out everything he could with his tongue.

Even when they broke for air, George didn’t have it in him to move even a millimeter away from this beautiful boy, and they stayed there for a moment, panting and feeling the other’s breath.

Kimi, with his glistening lips and eyes so dark they were almost black with how blown his pupils were, made George genuinely consider that maybe he was dreaming, because there was no possible way this view could be real.

A plea came from Kimi’s heavenly mouth in the form of a whisper.

“Bed.”

As if George wasn’t hellbound already, that single word coming from the eighteen-year-old in his arms made George more turned on than he’d ever been in his life, and he didn’t even consider denying the request.

Stepping back from the wall, Kimi clinging to him like an adorable koala, George turned and walked them over to the bed while looking over the shoulder of a giddy, giggling Kimi.

They got to said bed and George stood at the side of it, Kimi in his arms. The two looked each other in the eyes, making silent promises, and a grin crossed George’s face before he unceremoniously let go of the boy in his arms, dropping him.

Kimi let out the most adorable little squeal as he fell the short distance to the mattress. “George!” he exclaimed through laughter that reminded the driver of meadows and fresh air and cloudless skies.

George, too, was giggling like an idiot - quite unbecoming of a man as professional and composed as himsef - as he got onto his hands and knees on the bed and crawled towards his beautiful, waiting prize.

Both of their infectious giggles were drowning out whatever sultry pop was playing from Kimi’s phone, and George couldn’t recall a time he felt so young and light.

Kimi had propped himself up and was backing away from George, the grin on his cute face and playful gleam in his eyes telling George everything he needed to know about what Kimi wanted.

“Running away, Little Wolff?” George asked playfully.

The reminder of who Kimi was related to should have killed George’s mood. It did not.

Kimi, with a lot of feelings and not knowing how to express them, just giggled and backed away further, clearly pleased George was going along with what he wanted.

“We’ll see about that,” George said playfully, and easily - so easily - overpowered Kimi, crawling faster than him until he was hovering over the young Italian. It was comical how easy it was to push Kimi back onto the mattress and pin him down by his wrists.

Kimi gasped when his wrists were pinned down, clearly pleased - judging by the way his back arched and a beautiful whine left his throat, very pleased.

George licked his lips. Finally, he would get to see how beautiful Kimi looked when he was feeling really good.

“Not even putting up a fight, huh?” George asked, voice light and playfully condescending as he loomed closer to the other.

“Wanted you for too long to put up a fight,” Kimi confessed breathlessly.

“Fuck, me too,” replied George, thought he was sure they had very different definitions of ‘too long.’

Kimi bit his lip, then his eyes flicked down. 

“Hey, shoes off the bed!” he demanded, and not in a sexy way - no, more like he was offended.

“Okay,” George replied without hesitation, releasing his hold on Kimi and doing as he asked. He was far too worked up to question Kimi’s demands.

He tore the first shoe off like it was poisonous - and it was, in a way, for getting in the way of what he and Kimi were doing.

“Sorry,” Kimi said with a sheepish laugh. “It’s like, a huge - come si dice… pet peeve? Of mine.”

“I can tell,” George replied with an utterly endeared laugh of his own, prying his other shoe off without even untying it, tossing it away without caring where it landed.

He turned back to Kimi, both of them now sitting up on the bed.

“Oh! I just remembered,” Kimi started, turning around to the head of the bed. Adorably, he started migrating his plushies from the bed to the floor.

“Sorry, don’t want you guys to see this…” he said to them apologetically, carefully angling the stuffed animals so they weren’t just on the floor, but pointedly facing away from the bed.

If George had a heart at all, he thought, it would be melting. The sight in front him was too adorable for words, and he wanted to keep this boy forever and ever.

After Kimi had turned away his last plush, George approached him from behind, wrapping his arms around Kimi’s waist and kissing the side of his neck with complete, utter reverence.

“So beautiful,” he breathed against Kimi’s neck, trailing his slow, languid kisses up closer to Kimi’s ear, where he could whisper more words of adoration. “Such a smart, sweet, beautiful boy. I’m so lucky.”

“Fanculo,” Kimi breathed shakily, tilting his head back and letting his beautiful eyes close as he brought a hand up and back to tangle in George’s hair. He pressed himself closer to George, already trembling a little with want.

George had been trying to control himself this whole time, he really had been. Yes, he’d been touching Kimi and kissing him, but he’d made an effort not to touch him too intimately, not knowing how much the pretty thing was ready for. But with Kimi moaning and expressing in Italian, gosh, and pressing himself further into George’s embrace, George got brave, trepidatiously resting a hand low on Kimi’s thigh, and slowly - so slowly - dragging it up and in.

He could hear Kimi breathing faster in response to the touch. “George,” Kimi gasped, and he thought Kimi was just expressing his pleasure, until he said George’s name again with a little more firmness.

At that, George tore his hand away, releasing Kimi from his hold and briefly feeling the unwelcome, hateful thoughts about himself that he he’d been temporarily liberated from since Kimi kissed him in this very room come back with full force.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself, I’m so-”

“No, George, it’s fine,” Kimi reassured, turning to face him and removing his hand from George’s hair. He immediately felt the emptiness. “I… I want… that, it’s just…”

Kimi closed his posture and crossed his arms over his stomach, looking nervous and young. “I gotta tell you something,” he mumbled.

George didn’t know what to expect, but he’d be happy to stay here for hours talking about anything with Kimi. “Okay,” he said, voice casual and nonjudgemental.

“I, uh… okay, out with it,” Kimi said, muttering that last part to himself before taking a deep, preparing breath before whispering. “I’ve… I’ve never done this before.”

George’s life had had a lot of highs. Getting into Formula One, his first points - hell, he’d even experienced the euphoric rush that came with winning a race, several times. Yet, not a single one of those highs was even in the same ballpark as finding out that Kimi Antonelli-Wolff was a virgin.

Call it sick, call it fucked, whatever, George didn’t even have it in him to hate himself right now, he was too elated. Sure, he’d be just as attracted to Kimi and just as eager even if Kimi had done this before, but he wanted so bad to be Kimi’s first and only, had been fantasizing about being the boy’s first for months, and now it could finally become a reality.

The news literally had George mentally envisioning himself running around, pumping his fist in the air and going ‘yaba daba do!’ 

Which meant he was currently just… sitting there, staring blankly like a complete idiot.

“... George?” Kimi asked, voice shaky, likely afraid he’d said something wrong. “George, are you upset?”

“No,” he replied immediately, still not blinking, still mentally celebrating. “Not upset. Not upset at all.”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, realizing he was probably freaking poor Kimi out. “Uh, sorry,” he said. “I meant no, no, of course I’m not upset. Gosh, darling, why would I be?”

“‘Cause… means I dunno what I’m doing. I dunno how to do… well, anything.”

George almost audibly cooed at how cute Kimi was being. “And that’s perfectly okay,” he reassured, lightly bringing one hand to the side of Kimi’s face and moving his thumb over Kimi’s soft cheek. “I’ll teach you. Besides, there’s nothing for you to do besides let me make you feel really good, okay?”

“But… don’t you want me to, like… I dunno, do something for you?”

“The only thing I want is for you to feel safe, and feel good,” George said, and meant every word. “You just let me do all the work, and tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?”

Kimi nodded, visibly relaxing.

“I mean… do you want to do this?” George asked, realizing he had just assumed. “I’m not expecting anything, Kimi, we don’t have to do anything you don’t-”

“I want to,” Kimi said urgently, face red and adorable. “I’ve wanted to for… for some time.”

“Okay then,” George said with a little chuckle. He moved his hand from Kimi’s face to his forearm, lightly running his hand up and down it in an attempt at comfort. “Have you done anything before?”

He knew it was a gamble of a question. If Kimi had done any stuff with other guys, George truly didn’t want to know, but the possibility of knowing that he was the only person Kimi had done anything intimate with, well, that was just too good to pass up.

Kimi shook his head, unaware that he was actively making George the happiest man in the world by doing so. “I’ve been on dates, and I’ve held hands and cuddled and stuff,” he explained, his shyness adorable. “A-and I’ve kissed, but I haven’t like, kissed, y’know, not like… like we were.”

Learning from last time, George had a normal reaction, simply nodding in understanding while utterly jumping for joy on the inside.

“So, uh, how are we gonna do this?” Kimi asked impatiently, tapping his fingers against his bent leg in anticipation. “Do you, uh, want me in a certain position, or-?”

Such a forward question coming from such an innocent looking person made George blush, in addition to the fact that Kimi was just so adorable in his enthusiasm. “Slow down,” he said soothingly. “Don’t rush it, okay? We’ve got all the time in the world, we’ll just start slow and see where it goes. C’mere.”

His eyes darkened at seeing how quickly Kimi obeyed his request, crawling the short distance they had made between them and sitting right in front of George, who cradled Kimi’s beautiful face with all the tenderness in the world, looking into Kimi’s eyes with intent.

“God, you’re something special,” George whispered.

“You really mean that?”

“More than anything I’ve ever said.”

Their next kiss was, for the first time, neither spontaneous nor particularly heated. They had that lovely moment where they caught each other gazing at the other’s lips, and came in slowly, really reveling in the connection.

George truly had no idea how long they spent sitting there, making out on the bed. Every kiss was slow, like they were trying to memorize each other, and George had Kimi set the pace, only deepening it when Kimi initiated it.

All the while, George’s hands left Kimi’s face and started to lightly trail along his shoulders, arms, wrists, anywhere he could reach, really. He took time caressing Kimi, wanting to ease him into the feeling of being touched, giving the boy ample time to get comfortable.

God knows how much time had passed when George decided that Kimi was ready for more. The poor thing was practically sucking on George’s lip, clearly desperate and needy, and George figured it was time to throw him a bone.

For the first time, his hands migrated to Kimi’s hips, prompting Kimi to gasp and George to chuckle against his lips. 

George had his long legs stretched out in front of him, almost reaching the end of the large bed, and he had them separated just enough so that he could grab one of Kimi’s legs - eliciting another adorable high-pitched sound from him - and swing it over one of George’s, leaving Kimi kneeling over George, not yet sitting, but hovering with one of George’s thighs caged between his knees.

“You ready, love?” he asked with a cocky smirk, lightly running his fingertips up and down the back of Kimi’s thigh, purposely not going as high as Kimi clearly wanted.

A disbelieving smile graced Kimi’s face, like a man whose longtime fantasy was about to come true. George knew the feeling. “Y-you want me to…” he stammered.

“I want you to sit down, and let me make you feel good.”

Kimi looked George in the eyes while he lowered himself onto George’s thigh, letting out the cutest little sound as he settled down, with the strong muscle pressed right between his legs.

“Would you believe me,” Kimi started, resting his hands on George’s shoulders for support, “if I told you I’d spent years fantasizing about this exact scenario?”

“Oh?” George asked with a raised eyebrow as he held Kimi by the hips, not moving him yet, for he wanted to let Kimi adjust to the feeling.

“Yeah. Me, like… on your thigh like this.”

“Well then I’d better make it worth your while, love.”

“You already have,” Kimi said breathlessly. “Can I… can I move?”

Fuck, George had no business finding it so hot that Kimi was asking for permission. “Let me,” he whispered huskily.

The sound that Kimi let out when George held onto his hips and guided him against George’s thigh was the kind of thing men would go to war for.

“That’s it,” George praised, as if he wasn’t the one doing all the work. “That’s a good boy.”

Kimi unironically, honest-to-gosh felt like he would come right there just from those words. He’d spent years fantasizing about hearing those words leave George’s pretty lips, and it was even better in person.

He let out a sound that clearly indicated what those words did to him,  and that only egged George on more.

“Ah, you like that, don’tcha?” he asked, whispering huskily into Kimi’s ear. “That’s what it takes to get you off, sweet thing? Being good for me?”

At a loss for words, Kimi just nodded, letting out a vulnerable whimper that made George want to show him how helpless he really was.

“Well, c’mon now, love, make yourself feel good. It’s what you deserve.”

Another little squeak forced its way out of the Italian. Kimi knew from his own fantasies that he would want George to call him sweet things, but gosh, just the cute things George called him could get him off on their own.

He rutted against George’s strong thigh again, with another whine of pleasure.

“Is this what you imagined, baby?” asked George, jutting his thigh between Kimi’s spread legs harder. 

“I- I used to- oh gosh,” Kimi stammered, trying to pick up the pace, but struggling with just how much it made him feel. Was everything this overstimualting the first time? “Used to lie awake at night and - mph - just… rub up against my mattress, or shove a pillow between my legs. Imagining it was you I was grinding against, imagining you guiding me and letting me make myself feel good.”

George despised how good that mental image made him feel. And oh, did it make him feel good - to the point where he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, unable to hold back a groan.

George knew he was hellbound for even asking. But how could he not, with Kimi so willing in his lap like this?

“What else did you think about?” he asked, at Kimi’s ear again. “C’mon, pretty thing, you gotta tell me, be a good boy and tell me.”

Kimi, bless him, didn’t need any persuasion. “It’d be easier to tell you what I haven’t thought about,” he said, having to pause in between some words as he reveled in feeling this overwhelming pleasure for the very first time. “I’ve thought about… about you being in my house for some boring work thing, a-and following me up to my room, and telling me that you can’t stop thinking about me, and we’d go at it in my bed, and you’d cover my mouth to keep me quiet while whispering in my ear and telling me how beautiful I am. I- I’ve thought about you bringing me to your driver’s room, and sucking me off while you’re still all hot and sweaty in your race suit, fuck, you look so good after a race, George, seriously… I’ve thought about trying to ride you, but- ah, fanculo, but I’d get tired, so you’d flip us over and pin me down - not in, like, a weird way or anything, but because you know I like it - and you’d finish the job, while- while telling me how good I did, how proud of me you are.”

“You seem to like that, me pinning you down,” he panted against Kimi’s neck, caught up in wild fantasies of his own. “You like that, sweet thing? Want me to take control?”

Kimi, who was pretty occupied sinfully rocking his hips up into George’s thigh, nodded dumbly as some incoherent sound escaped his mouth.

George… George could barely form a coherent thought. Kimi’s descriptions of his fantasies were so detailed, so numerous, that he’d clearly been harboring them for ages. 

Seeing Kimi all flushed and trembling, gasping and moaning as he went to town dry humping George’s leg, was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his too-long life. “C’mere, baby,” he muttered, voice laden with want as he reached around for Kimi’s ass, fitting perfectly in his large hands, and pulling the pretty boy up further on George’s thigh, so Kimi also had a leg pressed to George’s crotch, which George immediately started moving against with nothing short of pathetic desperation.

“I’ve also thought about- mm, fuck that’s-! Ah, nevermind…” Kimi stammered, so caught up in his pleasure that forming words was more of a vague suggestion, and George liked it that way. He also liked how flushed, embarrassed Kimi took that moment to hide his face in George’s neck.

“No, no, baby,” George said, voice husky and playful as his hands went back to Kimi’s hips, but instead of encouraging his movements, he held Kimi in place. “What were you gonna say, sweet boy? Gotta tell me.”

Kimi let out a frustrated whine as he struggled cutely in George’s grasp. “I- I think about… about us having a house together. A pretty house with a big, comfy bed. Where every night, and in the mornings sometimes, you’ll… you’ll make love to me, all slow and gentle and stuff. And then we’ll fall asleep cuddled up warm together.”

Internally, George already knew that he was hooked on this boy, and that he always will be, but damn if that idyllic little scene didn’t just seal the deal.

“It’ll happen, baby,” George said, holding back a grunt as he moved Kimi against him again. “I swear to you, it’ll happen.”

His promise seemed to be giving poor, probably sligtly overwhelmed Kimi new levels of pleasure. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he breathed, accent thickening in a way George found incredibly sexy. “Dreamed of this for so long, literally dreamed of this. Spent every night for years… just - ah, thinking about having your cock in me, George.”

The words went straight to their intended target. “Fuck, that’ll happen, too,” said George, voice rougher than usual.

He allowed Kimi a few more moments of blissful dry humping before stopping him again, feeling his poor, neglected cock twitch at the anguished sound Kimi let out when he was stopped.

“Show me,” George requested, his blue eyes big and pleading as they stared at the stunning, already debauched looking boy on his thigh. “Show me what you do, when you’re alone in your room and you’re thinking of me. Please.”

Kimi, despite the fact that he had just thoroughly elaborated on his sexual fantasies about a man nearly a decade his senior, had the audacity to look scandalized. “Y-you want me to…” Kimi looked down, barely muttering the rest, the forbidden words coming out quick. “... to touch myself?”

“If you want, please,” George begged. “Just a bit, gimme a little bit of a show, then I’ll take over, okay?”

“Yeah,” Kimi agreed, unable to hide the mischievous glint in his eye. 

“First, let’s take care of this,” George muttered, reaching for the topmost set of actually together buttons on Kimi’s shirt - which was admittedly pretty low.

He took his sweet time, kissing more of Kimi’s beautiful skin with every set of buttons he undid, mapping out the freckles on the pretty boy’s chest just as he’d imagined doing so many times before.

“You’ve no idea how crazy you’ve been driving me,” George whispered, lightly slipping the shirt of Kimi’s shoulder and gracing the now bare skin with kisses. Kimi’s hand was in his hair, lightly tugging on the strands at the nape of George’s neck, and he quite enjoyed the sensation. “Walking around in these tight little clothes. What, you trying to get attention from older men like me?”

Kimi breathed out a little laugh, his grip in George’s hair tightening. “Not older men like you,” he said. “Just you.”

George pulled back and looked at Kimi, who had such genuine adoration pooling in his eyes. Oh, how George hoped it was real, and not some teenage hero worship.

He kissed Kimi again, quick and chaste. “Sweet boy,” he muttered against Kimi’s lips.

Kimi, now topless, replied by tugging at the hem of George’s hoodie, adorably eager and impatient.

George replied by wordlessly lifting his arms to help Kimi get rid of his hoodie, then repeating the process with his t-shirt.

For several long moments, they sat in comfortable silence, panting in anticipation as they both blatantly appreciated the other.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” muttered a bewildered Kimi, looking so young as he very obviously stared nowhere near George’s eyes.

“Well, believe it,” George replied, leaning back, preening at how much Kimi seemed to be enjoying the view.

Kimi scoffed. “Okay, Naruto.”

“What?” said George with a laugh.

“‘Believe it,’ that’s what Naruto always says.”

“Who the heck is-”

Kimi rolled his big eyes. “He’s an anime cha- okay, George, I really don’t wanna talk about Naruto right now.”

“Hey, you brought him up!” retorted George, before the two of them dissolved into laughter.

When they were done, both of their faces hurting from how much laughing and giggling they’d done tonight, they looked each other in the eyes, some unspoken promise forming between them.

George flicked his gaze downwards, then back to Kimi’s dreamy eyes. “May I?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, uhm… can you maybe dim the lights more first?”

“Of course, love,” George replied. He had been using that phrase pretty liberally for someone he had no official conection to, but if there was any phrase fitting for Kimi, that was it.

George reached for the bedside lamp, dimming it, then repeating the process with the one on the other side of the bed. Of course he wanted to see every inch of what was undoubtedly the most beautiful of God’s creations, but Kimi’s comfort far preceded that.

He focused back on Kimi, ethereal and glowing despite the room being just light enough for them to see each other, and moved further up the bed, not quite sitting and not quite lying down.

George waited patiently for Kimi to give him the okay, and when the cute boy nodded his head, George went to work, unfastening Kimi’s belt, then unbottoning and unzipping his pants.

Due to their position, Kimi had to maneuver a bit to get his slacks off, and George found every one of his movements this perfect, unworldly mix of adorable and sexy - which really seemed to sum up all of Kimi Antonelli-Wolff.

“C’mere, gorgeous,” George said gently, taking Kimi’s now barely-clothed hips and handling him so that he was right where George wanted him - straddling the driver, sitting on his clothed pelvis.

He felt the air get knocked out of him as he looked up at something so beautiful, sitting on him all eager and willing. To say Kimi was a dream was the understatement of the century, as he looked exponentially more gorgeous than any of George’s many, many fantasies as he sat there in tight, blue underwear that did nothing to hide how much he wanted George.

“My God,” was all George could think of to say, one hand going to Kimi’s mostly bare thigh, the other caressing the boy’s side. So many words in the English language, and George knew no combination of them that could describe the beauty formed by the lines and curves and dents and freckles of Kimi’s body. He had the physique of an active young man, though not as meticulously built as a professional athlete like George. 

George’s hand went to Kimi’s abdomen, pressing down lightly on soft skin.

“You’re soft,” he mused in a pathetically dreamy tone, dopey smile on his face.

“Shut up,” Kimi said playfully, averting his gaze.

“It’s a compliment, love,” he said, bringing both his hands to hold Kimi’s face, making the two look at each other for a while before George broke the intimate silence, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so…” Kimi’s eyes drifted down George’s body, and he had to lick his lips before he spoke again. “Wow.”

“Speechless, huh?” replied George with a chuckle, resting back more.

He trailed his hands from Kimi’s cheeks to his neck, then slowly, too slowly, trailed them down his chest. Kimi’s reaction to George’s fingers lightly grazing over his sensitive buds would be ingrained in George’s memory for the rest of his life. The pretty thing on George let out the cutest little “ah” sound, arching into the fleeting touch in a way that sent a too-strong jolt of arousal through the man underneath him.

When George’s hands reached the waistband of Kimi’s underwear, he gave it a gentle tug.

“Can we, baby?” he asked breathlessly.

Kimi’s eyes had darkened significantly, his arousal clearly outweighing any shyness.

“Here, lemme-” Kimi started, temporarily getting off of George and slipping his last remaining piece of clothing off with almost worrying haste. He was just trying to get the job done as quickly as humanly possible, and it was literally the sexiest little show George had seen in his life.

A groan came out of the back of George’s throat as Kimi reclaimed his spot from earlier, only now George could fully see him, down to his needy cock that was practically begging for something, anything, George had to offer.

“God,” George said, voice breaking a little as he took in Kimi’s full body for the first time, the knowledge that he was the only one who’d ever been privileged enough to see this - Kimi, completely naked save for his ever-present necklace and ring - only serving to turn him on exponentially more. 

There was no way he could let this boy go, no way he could let anyone else see this. He’d better make this encounter count.

“You’re even more beautiful than I’d dreamed you’d be,” George said, panting with how overwhelmed he felt by such an ethereal thing. He knew then that it was his moral imperative to take this boy and make him his, to spend the rest of his days making Kimi feel good and treasured and loved, to provide his every need and want and give him a good life, one where a day doesn’t pass in which Kimi doubts that he is loved - no, worshipped.

“George,” was all Kimi said, rocking himself back and giving George some much-needed friction.

Kimi needn’t say anything else - the look in his eyes and tone of his voice were begging enough.

“Touch yourself for me, baby?” George asked, voice breathy. It was more of a request than a command. “I wanna see what you’ve been doing while you’ve been thinking about me all these nights. And if you’re good, I’ll help you, okay?”

Kimi nodded erraticly, using his left hand to rest on George’s abdomen, keeping Kimi steady. His right, however, seemed to travel in slow motion, going from low on his abdomen to grasp his already leaking cock. 

“Fanculo,” he said breathlessly after the first stroke, the Italian word going straight to George’s cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s hot,” praised George, gripping Kimi’s bare waist and lightly moving him back and forth, the action so easy with how pliant Kimi was. “Is this what you’re doing, alone in your room every night? Thinking of me and touching yourself?”

“Ye-es,” Kimi moaned, the word drawn out, both an answer to George’s question and an expression of pleasure. He was trying to pace himself as he was pumping his cock, clearly not wanting the fun to end too soon. “I think of it all, George. You taking me in every room imaginable… your car, supply closets, the desk in my house, my bathroom floor… and in every position, too…”

Fuck, this kid knew how to keep George on his toes.

“Where on Earth does a sweet, innocent boy like you learn all this stuff?” George asked. “I thought you said you’d never done anything before, huh?”

“I- oh, fuck, - I haven’t,” replied Kimi, his coherence fighting a losing battle with his pleasure. “But I’ve been around you on a regular basis for years, and well, when you have a crush on someone that hot, you get very creative, and very horny.”

“You talk so good, baby, y’know that?” George asked, voice soothing and husky. Truly, Kimi’s accent had a knack for driving him wild these days, but it was really something else when he was talking dirty like that.

Kimi didn’t answer, adorable little whines and pants escaping his pretty, glossy mouth as he increased the speed of his strokes. “George, George, I’m close,” he warned.

“Shhh, just a little bit longer, okay, honey? Then I’ll help you. There, like that, you touch yourself so good for me…”

“You’re just like I imagined, y’know that?” Kimi said with his attempt at a smirk. He was now moving back and forth over George’s clothed cock entirely of his own accord. “All these years, in every single fantasy, you’ve always been so gentle. You’re slow and sweet even when we’re doing something really dirty, and you call me cute things and kiss me and tell me I’m doing good, and make me feel special.”

George groaned, arching his back a little as his eyes rolled back. He had had such similar fantasies, and he was so aroused just by the fact that the two of them seemed so compatible.

“Yeah, baby boy, that’s exactly how it’ll be,” he said, hands moving from Kimi’s hips to his perfect ass. “That’s how I think of it too, just focusing on making you feel good, taking my time with you…”

“You’ve - mgh, fuck! - you’ve been thinking of it? Of me?”

“Only every fucking night for months,” George answered, eyes darkening as he propped himself up a little. “Alright baby, you did great. Let me.”

Kimi took his hand off his cock with more speed than anyone had ever used for such a thing, probably ever. There was racing, wild excitement in his eyes, as he realized he was about to be touched by the man who’d been occupying his fantasies for an amount of time George really doesn’t want to specify.

George’s touch started gentle, the fingertips of his right hand lightly stroking Kimi’s cock, savoring each motion. He didn’t know when he’d be privileged enough to have such an opportunity again.  

The little cry that escaped Kimi’s lips was heavenly, his beautiful faced graced with an expression only ever worn by someone experiencing a new kind of pleasure for the first time.

“I’ve been thinking about you for months now,” George explained, purely focused on pleasing Kimi, which he seemed to be doing a pretty good job of, if the moans and whimpers filling the room were any indication. “I dunno what changed, you just… you’ve just gotten so beautiful, Kimi. Ever since that dinner in Monaco, I knew I wanted to please you, to make you all mine.”

“You have me, George, you-”

Kimi was cut off by letting out the loudest sound he’d made yet, as George had taken to firmly grasping him, working his cock with the technique of a skilled, skilled man, twisting his wrist and squeezing at all the right spots.

“It- it feels so much better when it’s you,” Kimi said, panting between some words. “Fuck, your hands turn me on so much… I stare at them all the time, thinking about what they’d do to me. Sometimes I hafta excuse myself to take care of it.”

“Kimi,” moaned George. Every time Kimi opened his mouth, he took George by surprise. Who knew the cute, innocent boy that followed him around had been thinking such thoughts all this time?

Wanting to keep Kimi satisfied and experiencing new things, George changed his technique up a little, now focusing more on Kimi’s tip, already smeared with wetness.

“You excited, baby boy?” he asked, voice so soft and endeared. “For someone else to make you come for the first time?”

Kimi’s ethereal sounds were increasing in volume, and he sounded less like someone getting an admittedly very good handjob, and more like someone getting actively railed. The last remnants of Normal George told him that there was no possible way Kimi was going unheard by the numerous other team members on the same floor, but who was George to limit these beautiful sounds? Who was he to tell the angelic being on top of him to limit his expressions of pleasure?

“You- you’ve made me come before, George,” Kimi panted, face red and hot and gorgeously wrecked. “Plenty of times.”

“That so?” asked George, letting out an aroused laugh.

“Yeah…” Kimi said, the word drawing out into another long, loud expression of ecstasy. He was now more actively jutting into George’s hand, looking so criminally hot as he chased his pleasure, concentrated expression on his normally innocent face. “I’m very grateful for all those shirtless gym photos you’ve posted over the years. Got an album of ‘em on my phone and everything. Titled ‘for research purposes’ to keep anyone from looking.”

“You’re a talkative little thing, aren’t ya? Very cute,” replied George, barely coherent himself as he was shamelessly circling his hips, desperate for any friction with Kimi’s body. “Guess I’ll have to post more for your collection, love.”

“Or just send ‘em straight to me,” Kimi suggested, his dreamy tone suggesting he was already halfway to another planet. “Don’t need the whole world seeing what’s just for me.”

Those last three words sent George’s eyes rolling back, and he sped up his hand on Kimi’s cock to a desperate, maddening pace.

“Oh, fanculo, George-!” Kimi cried, all his little sounds at volumes that were definitely being overheard, not that George had the mental capacity to care right now. “George, I’m gonna come-!”

“Go ahead, baby boy, it’s what you deserve,” George reassured, focusing harder on Kimi than he ever had on anything else in his life, and making sure every movement of his hand was perfectly tailored to make Kimi feel good. “Come for me, love.”

“George… oh, yes, like tha- George, George-!” 

Kimi, as George was pleased to find out, was quite the little noisemaker, as evidenced by George’s name pouring out of that pretty mouth like a dam bursting as he came hard over George’s hand and stomach. If it were possible to blow the roof off a place from sheer volume alone, Kimi would have done it.

It was the most beautiful scene that had ever graced George’s eyes and ears, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be blessed with it again, so he treasured it. He stared at the pretty, spent boy above him and tried to commit every one of his freckles, eyelashes, and sweat-damp curls to memory.

“Yeah, just like that, you’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he assured, removing his hand from Kimi’s cock carefully, so as to not overstimulate him. “That was perfect, baby, so perfect for me. Gosh, you’re amazing.”

Kimi looked into the icy blue eyes of the man under him, and couldn’t find a shred of dishonesty or deceit. “... Really?” he asked with a disbelieving smile, still panting.

In response, George reached down to his abdomen and scooped up Kimi’s cum with a fluid motion of his fingers.

“Yeah, really. Amazing,” he said huskily, maintaining eye contact as he made a show out of sticking his fingers in his mouth and closing his lips around them. He then closed his eyes, and moaned in satisfaction as he dragged his fingers out with a popping noise. They came out clean.

With half-lidded eyes, he looked at Kimi again. “Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he breathed.

Kimi… well, Kimi looked like he had just discovered religion. His mouth hung open as he took in the sight under him, and there seemed to be galaxies in his brown eyes, as they were so entranced. He didn’t even blink for a concerning amount of time, too busy staring like he had just witnessed the most single most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his young life. Which was probably the case.

“Kimi?” George asked carefully. “You oka-”

“Take me,” begged Kimi, his next plea coming out so desperate he sounded on the verge of tears as he whispered. “Please.”

George William Russell would be cold in the dirt before denying such a request from Kimi.

Looking down, George chuckled as he saw that Kimi was still painfully aroused, which he supposed made sense. Poor Kimi had a lifetime of pent-up need to release. Plus, he was at that age. Things like recovery time had never even occurred to the sweet thing, lucky him.

With inhuman speed, George took Kimi by the thighs and turned them both over, completely flipping them in one fluid motion, eliciting a pleased squeal and another fit of giggles from Kimi.

George promptly shut the cute boy up by kissing him, immediately feeling Kimi’s hands in his hair.

Fuck, this was it. This was the fantasy he’d had again and again for months on end, the same thing he envisioned every time Kimi would tease him like the fucking minx that he was: Kimi on his back, pinned between George and the mattress, legs spread open perfectly wide enough for George to fit between, all the while making the cutest little noises that were muffled by their nonstop kissing.

George rolled his still clothed hips against Kimi, making the Italian whimper beautifully and tilt his head back into the mattress. Seizing the opportunity, George placed loving, open-mouthed kisses from the underside of Kimi’s chin to his neck, then to his pretty, bare collarbone.

“Mm, George, please,” begged Kimi as he impatiently tugged at the waistband of Geroge’s sweats. “Want- want your cock so bad, please.”

“And you’ll get it, my love,” George muttered into Kimi’s skin, visibly shuddering with the arousal Kimi’s plea sent through him. “Where’s the stuff, baby boy?”

“The what?” asked Kimi, already adorably breathless.

“Condoms, baby,” George answered with a chuckle. This boy was so oblivious, it was adorable. “And lube.”

As George placed a few more sweet, chaste kisses on Kimi’s collarbone, he was met with radio silence.

Slowly, George propped himself up so that he was looming over Kimi on his hands and knees. “Kimi,” he stated simply, looking in the pretty boy’s eyes.

Silently, Kimi just looked back at him, not a thought behind those huge, adorable brown eyes. He just blinked.

“Kimi,” George repeated - not disappointed, just in exasperated disbelief.

The boy blinked twice now, like someone who’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been and was torn between embarrassment and disappointment.

“Oh, Kimi,” George laughed, dropping from his hands to his elbows as he pressed his face to Kimi’s pretty neck, muffling his chuckles. When he spoke, there wasn’t an ounce of disappointment or anger or any of those things in his voice, no - he sounded completely and utterly endeared and captivated, so fond. “You invited a man up to your room and didn’t think to have condoms ready?”

Kimi, bless his heart, didn’t seem to be finding this as funny or as adorable as the man on top of him was. “I thought you’d have some!” he said defensively. At least, he tried to sound defensive, but it just came out cute. “Don’t you have some in your room?”

George looked at Kimi like he’d suggested something crazy. “No!” he said, voice casual and light.

Now Kimi looked baffled. “Well why not?” he asked.

“Why- I… I don’t hook up with people, Kimi, I don’t just have that stuff lying around.”

Kimi’s eyes widened, his face looking more serious. “... You don’t?” he asked.

“No,” George replied with a slight smile, as if the very idea was preposterous, as if he couldn’t fathom it.

“You’re a Formula One driver,” Kimi said, appearing almost awestruck, as if he couldn’t believe that he was doing this with, well, a Formula One driver. “You mean to tell me you can’t get someone to hook up with?”

George pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, gazing off momentarily. “I mean… yeah, I guess I could,” he said slowly. “But… but I don’t want to. I only do this with people I care about.”

The way George said it so simply, as if it was the most natural conclusion in the world, made Kimi’s heart skip a beat.

“Like… like me?”

Kimi was terrified to say that, and he said it so quietly he wouldn’t be surprised if George hadn’t heard it at all.

George’s smile was so endeared, and by God, Kimi thought, he looked like he was having a religious experience. He leaned forward and kissed Kimi’s forehead, lingering longer than necessary, and Kimi wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Of course,” George muttered against Kimi’s skin.

Kimi closed his eyes, because he knew that if he didn’t, he’d start tearing up. Hell, it was a miracle he wasn’t already, seeing as literally one of his biggest dreams in life was coming true. The only explanation he could think of was that he was too horny to properly get emotional. Or maybe he was both. Yeah, probably both.

“Well, we’ll still keep going, right?” Kimi asked, unbridled hope dazzling his eyes. “I mean, I’m clean ‘cause I’ve never done this before, and I trust you, so, if you say you’re-”

“Kimi,” interrupted George, voice patient and gentle. “Yes, of course I’m clean, but that’s not the point. You need to be safe.”

“But… I trust you. Nothing bad’s gonna happen if we don’t-”

George affectionately caressed Kimi’s cheek, trying to soothe him. “Shh, I know, love, and I trust you too. But you deserve to have someone be safe with you. Besides, we would need lube anyway, and we don’t have that.”

For a moment, George’s instincts were telling him to lecture, to calmly explain to Kimi that it’s important to be safe, and that any man who would be willing to forgo Kimi’s safety in the heat of the moment is a man he should stay far away from. But that implied that one day Kimi would be doing this with someone else, and George didn’t want to entertain that idea.

Poor Kimi looked so deflated, yet adorable at the same time, and George wanted to kiss his face until he felt better.

“I- I know we can do other stuff, but I really wanted to… to be close to you,” Kimi explained, voice growing increasingly forlorn. “So, we can’t…?”

The disappointment in Kimi’s voice was a great motivator, and George looked around the room as he willed his horniness to let his brain cells actually function for a second so he can figure out a way to go through with this, to make Kimi feel good and happy.

“Oh, we sure can,” he eventually said, with the determination that wins championships. He rolled off the bed with such haste that his long limbs flailed around as he tried to regain his balance when he stood up. 

“I’m going to the store,” he proclaimed, and set about getting redressed with the intensity of someone in a life or death situation.

“George,” Kimi said with a slight laugh, flattered that the prospect of having sex with him warranted such haste. “It’s so late, there’s no way anything’s o-”

“On the contrary, Andrea,” George said after pulling on his hoodie with such force he damn near tore the fabric. He hadn’t even bothered with putting his shirt back on underneath it, clearly just caring about doing the bare minimum so he could get out the door and come back quickly. He pointed to Kimi as he spoke, the sheer seriousness in his eyes almost comical. “There’s no way there’s not a 24-hour convenience store in Austin, or at least somewhere in Texas, and I will cross state lines if I have to.”

“First off, it’s adorable that you think you can leave the state and make it back before sunrise,” said Kimi, moving to get off the bed to redress himself. He didn’t really have to go with George, but he didn’t want to be apart from him for a second, afraid that once they separated, Kimi would awake and realize this was all just another one of his fantasies. “I’ll come with you, though.”

George stopped midway through trying to force one of his sneakers back on without untying the laces. The headline flashed across his eyes: ‘FORMULA 1 DRIVER SPOTTED BUYING CONDOMS WITH TEENAGER IN AUSTIN GAS STATION’

“Y’know,” George started, voice noticeably less hurried now. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Why not? I wanna go with you.”

“I know, honey, and that’s very sweet,” reassured George, ushering Kimi back onto the bed, fluffing some pillows and untucking the comforter so Kimi can crawl into it. “Trust me, baby, I’ll be so fast you won’t even know I’m gone. Just get comfy, keep yourself entertained for a bit…”

Once Kimi was hastily settled in, George reached for the remote on the bedside table and turned the TV on, figuring giving Kimi something to keep him occupied would make the time go by faster. 

He was met with a sight that graced his own TV on a regular basis: four pathetic thirty-somethings in an apartment talking about nothing.

“Oh, hey, my favorite show’s on!” George exclaimed with a smile. If it weren’t for the fact that a real-life subject of a Renaissance painting was naked and eager in the bed right in front of him, George would have sat himself down and watched the whole episode.

Kimi looked at the TV for a few moments, his facial expression indicating he was not seeing the appeal of whatever he was witnessing. “What… is this?” he asked George.

George gaped, looking offended. “This is Seinfeld!” he said, like Kimi was crazy not to know it. “I grew up watching reruns of it all the time.”

“Never heard of it.”

“There’s no way you haven’t heard of it, it’s the most influential show of its time.”

“Nyope, still haven’t heard of it… Dio, why are they dressed like that?”

The reminder of Kimi’s age was starting to physically sting. “Well, maybe you’ll get cultured while I’m gone,” he joked, abandoning the bed to go put on his other shoe, which had been strewn about haphazardly earlier. “Okay, got my shoes, jacket… Kimi, do you have sunglasses?”

Kimi, who had been staring at the TV with his head tilted adorably in confusion, now gave George the same bewildered look. “It’s the middle of the night,” he said.

“Yeah, but…” George said, gesturing to his face. “Public figure. Gotta do the whole incognito thing.”

Kimi’s face softened in understanding. “Ah, right. I, uh, should have a pair in here…”

He turned to the bedside table away from George to rifle through the top drawer, and the blanket around him dropped low, low down his back, revealing the perfect view that George couldn’t actually believe was going to be his soon. He had to clench his jaw so hard it hurt in order to avoid audibly groaning, and the view only motivated him further to get what he needed and fast.

“Here ya go!” Kimi said sweetly, turning back to George and holding out a pair of sunglasses that looked more expensive than any George had ever owned. Right, right, son of a billionaire, he almost forgot…

“Thanks, love,” George said, throwing the term out casually as he took the glasses. 

He went to the mirror by the door to perfect his incognito look, trying to tuck his hair away, paranoid someone would recognize him based on the fringe alone.

“Christ, I look like the Unabomber right now,” he muttered, looking at himself in the classic hoodie and sunglasses combination.

“The what?” Kimi asked, looking baffled.

The sting returned. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Okay, well…”

George looked to the door now that he was ready to leave. Well, he still had to head back to his room to get his wallet and keys to the rental car, but besides that, he was good to go. But he felt like he was forgetting something.

Crossing the room in long strides, he reached where Kimi was eagerly waiting, and didn’t hesitate to drop a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said softly, with promise.

“I’ll hold you to it,” Kimi replied quietly, the smile on his face so affectionate. Gosh, eighteen years old and he was already so gone. “Take the keycard on the table, so you can just let yourself in when you get back.”

“Okay,” George whispered softly. He hesitated before leaving Kimi’s side, not wanting to be apart from him, but knowing that he had to get to the store in order to be close to Kimi in the way they both wanted.

At the door, Kimi’s keycard in hand, George internally prayed that the hallway was empty, and that no one would bear witness to George leaving Toto’s son’s room in a hurry this late at night.

“I swear, Kimi, I’ll be back before that episode wraps up,” he said, dead serious. “Just… keep busy, watch TV, have fun… But not too much fun! That’s for when I get back.”

The smile Kimi gave George was equal parts awestruck that this was actually happening, and that teasing that George had gotten all to familiar with these past few months, as if to remind George what he had waiting for him.

“Hurry back,” he said, looking at George with those dark siren eyes that had been haunting his dreams. The way the blankets fell around him made him look like something out of a priceless painting. “Per favore.”

George audibly whimpered, and had never been so fast in his life.

* * *

The picosecond George shut the door to his rental car, and the ambient sounds of the night air were cancelled out by pure, unadulterated silence, Normal George returned in full nagging force.

“You… are about to drive to the store as fast as humanly possible,” he started, barely whispering voice piercingly loud in the silence of the car, as he was hunched over uncomfortably with his hands gripping the wheel. “So that you can come back and have sex with a teenager. A teenager whose father can and will strangle you with his bare hands. A teenager who’s eighteen and innocent, whereas you’re in your late twenties and have been perving after him for months…”

For a solid minute, George’s voice grew lower as he proceeded to list off his various sins, and the ways in which he would inevitably pay for them, all in an attempt to remind himself of the sheer gravity of what he was doing. Without Kimi right there to tempt him, it was much easier to remember why this was the worst possible thing he should do. Sure, what they had done was bad, but they hadn’t gone all the way - George could still back out, still let the kid down easy and spare Kimi’s remaining innocence. Though, that would mean going without Kimi’s touch.

“... Fuck it, he’s legal,” George said, jamming the key in the ignition.

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George had never ran so fast in his life.

Despite feeling somewhat suffocated by the obscene southern heat, he sprinted from the rental car to the hotel, then briskly walked through the lobby so as to not concern the receptionist. Not having the patience to wait for the elevator, he proceeded to possibly break world speed records as he scaled a couple dozen flights of stairs up to the twelfth floor.

Sure, logically there wasn’t much of a reason to rush. Even if he had calmly walked up those stairs, or taken the elevator, his beautiful, eager prize would still be waiting - preferably in bed - for him nonetheless. But horniness was one hell of a motivator - no, Kimi was one hell of a motivator, and he felt like his organs were shutting down with every second he spent away from Kimi’s touch, away from Kimi’s bed.

Exiting the stairwell on the twelfth floor, George’s inhuman speed slowed into something stealthier - a brisk, quiet speedwalk. As much as he wanted to break Kimi’s door down and take him that second, he couldn’t risk arousing suspicion, as most everyone on the team was situated on this floor for the night.

The thought of someone catching him outside Kimi Antonelli-Wolff’s room at damn near midnight with a plastic bag containing condoms and lube… yeah, George would hypothetically have to resort to biblical levels of bribery to ensure that stayed private.

Using the key card Kimi gave him a surprisingly short amount of time ago, George slammed the door open and shut and locked it behind him with the frenzy of a criminal escaping the police.

From the bed, Kimi jumped at the sheer force and suddenness with which the door was opened.

The slight jolt he felt in his stomach at the sudden sound and movement was replaced with butterflies and pure glee when he saw George Russell, plastic bag in each hand, looking as handsome as ever standing tall in his incognito getup.

“You came back,” Kimi said, trying not to sound pathetic and needy, and failing miserably.

George removed the sunglasses Kimi had lent him, revealing dark pupils dilated with want where blue once was. “God, Kimi, of course I would, of course-”

George’s next words stopped dead in his throat as he took Kimi in. He was situated adorably in the large hotel bed, with the lights on properly instead of being dimmed like before. The large comforter was pooled around Kimi’s waist and lower half, while the rest of him was draped in George’s too-long t-shirt that George hadn’t bothered to put back on in his rush to get out the door and back.

In the past couple hours, George had seen so many sights - all of Kimi - that he cataloged as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

But this one took the cake, easy.

“My God,” George breathed, almost dropping the bags with how under Kimi’s spell he was. Something about seeing Kimi in such a natural, disheveled state - in George’s shirt no less, felt like the most correct, most right thing in the world, despite it being so deeply wrong.

He crossed the room in long strides, feeling this supernatural, magnetic pull to the beautiful boy. Resting the plastic bags on the bed, he took Kimi’s face in his hands, Kimi’s dark, wide eyes taking George in with want.

With an almost lethal level of tenderness, he brushed some of Kimi’s adorable curls back from his forehead, and placed a kiss to the skin there.

“You look…” he started when he pulled back, unable to find words that he hadn’t already repeated a hundred times that night. “Christ, Kimi, you look stunning in this.”

“Even more stunning than I do out of it?” Kimi replied, with a giggle and a bright, toothy grin that George wanted to protect forever. Maybe it was all in George’s head, but he thought he saw the beginnings of markings faintly appearing on the boy’s neck.

“Well, you know I can’t answer that, love,” said George, hastily kicking off his sneakers for - hopefully - the last time that night. “Now, I got the stuff we needed, plus some water and snacks in case you get hungry after.”

“Thanks, that’s really thoughtful,” Kimi said, almost as if in disbelief.

“Of course, baby,” answered George, removing the stuff they needed from one bag and putting them along with the other bag on the nightstand. While doing so, he caught a glimpse of the TV.

“See?! I told you I’d be back before the episode’s over!” George happily exclaimed, looking between Kimi and the TV.

“Honestly, I’m shocked you made it back so fast,” said Kimi with his angelic laugh.

“Yeah, there was a place nearby. And having a beautiful boy in bed waiting for you is a great motivator.”

“You keep calling me that,” said Kimi, scratching the back of his neck and looking like every one of George’s dreams.

“‘Cause,” George started, collapsing onto the large bed with an ‘oof.’ His voice was lower when he spoke next, more sensual. “I mean it.”

He reached out and took one of Kimi’s beautiful hands that was clutching at the comforter. Bringing it to his lips, he placed light little kisses on each finger, on each knuckle. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you,” he said between kisses, “for months, baby boy.”

George trailed loving, reverent kisses to the dorsal side of Kimi’s hand, then to his wrist, smiling to himself as he heard Kimi’s breath audibly hitch.

“I… didn’t listen to you earlier,” Kimi admitted meekly, barely a whisper, like he was confessing to a crime.

George raised a curious eyebrow, looking at Kimi while still holding his hand to his lips.

“Oh?”

“Earlier, when, uhm… you told me not to have too much fun…”

George’s face lit up in a mixture of pleasantly surprised and downright scandalized. “Kimi!” he gasped, smile shining through. “I’ve only been gone for, like-”

“I’m sorry!” Kimi said, sounding completely unapologetic as he covered his face with his hands and giggled. “I just couldn’t help it - I’ve been waiting for you years, and your shirt smelled ilke you, a-and everything we did was so-”

Kimi made some cute, indiscernable noise into his hands, the rush of all that had happened that night catching up to him.

“Well, I’m glad one of us was having fun while I was getting judged by the store cashier.”

Kimi’s voice dropped to a playful and sensual whisper - a combination really suiting to him. “It was different this time… I got to say your name out loud,” he started, reaching out and lightly, cutely walking two fingers up George’s arm. “Got to think about what we did…”

“Baby,” George breathed, briefly closing his eyes as some beautiful mental images welcomingly flodded his brain. But he had to focus, had to read between the lines of what Kimi was telling him. “Is this your way of telling me you’re too tuckered out go again?”

Kimi’s light touch on George’s arm stopped, his fingers’ presence feeling welcomingly heavy. “What? No. What do you mean?”

George was pleasantly surprised. “Oh, alrighty then,” he said, “I just figured you’d be too tired after coming twice, but I guess not, ‘cause you’re-”

His words caught in his throat, as he was already so turned on by what he was going to say, and he hadn’t even said it yet.

“You’re young,” he said, voice dropping to a husky almost-whisper. “So you can come plenty of times.”

The reminder of what he already knew dialed the heat pooling in his lower stomach up to eleven. Here was Kimi Wolff, all young and beautiful and untouched and eager and ripe for George’s taking.

Hell, George thought, would surely be very hot.

Rather than seeming objectified by George’s fetishization of his youth, which was made evident by George’s hungry gaze, Kimi seemed almost proud, smiling and preening. “Wanna test that theory?” he asked, trying to sound seductive, but voice coming out light and giggly as he leaned back on one arm, tilting his head just so in a way that drove the British driver crazy.

“You,” started George, taking Kimi’s cheek in his hand and leaning in close, “are going to be the death of me, Little Wolff.”

Flecks of gold and want and promise flickered in dark eyes.

“What a heavenly way to die.”

Only a few kisses in, not even with tongue yet, and the sheer need that permeated every cell of George’s pathetic, wretched being bordered on medically concerning.

“Down, baby,” he commanded gently, lightly nudging Kimi to get him to lie down, which he did with an adorable little squeak when his head hit the soft pillow, looking like an angel with his curls splayed out beneath his head.

“Good boy,” affirmed George, reveling in the fact that those two simple words made Kimi whimper and arch his back. George was going to ask permission to remove the blanket from Kimi’s lower half so they could be closer, but it seemed those were the magic words, as Kimi immediately did so himself.

Poor Kimi was already a whimpering, writhing mess by the time George started pressing kisses to his jaw and neck. 

“Y’know,” George started, voice seductively low. “I should be teaching you a lesson after all that teasing.”

Kimi was making cute little noises - not full moans, but small ‘ah’ sounds that sounded like they were recorded from the gates of Heaven itself. “Wasn’t… wasn’t that bad,” he stammered out.

George stopped sucking another mark into the welcoming expanse of Kimi’s neck to respond. “Baby, you almost killed me. Making me stare at your ass in the gym, oh and playing fucking footsie with me at dinner - I almost died, Kimi. How would you get me into bed then, huh?”

“No way you got so worked up over some footsie,” Kimi laughed, accent making his voice even more heavenly. “C’mon, that’s the oldest trick in the book, I dunno why I didn’t try it sooner.”

“‘Cause it would’ve killed me.”

“Well, you did say I’m gonna be the death of you.”

“Mm, there are worse fates,” George said, going back to kissing lower and lower on Kimi’s neck. “But even though I should be teaching you a lesson about bring a right brat-”

“‘M not a-”

“Yes you are, that was, like, classic brat behavior. Just like interrupting me,” said George, jokingly stern. “As I was saying… you will not be learning your lesson tonight. ‘Cause I wanna be gentle with you, okay baby boy? Will you like that?”

“Please,” Kimi pleaded breathlessly, back arching as George’s hands explored under the too-large shirt. “Be gentle, please.”

The plea enveloped George’s cold heart with a desire to protect Kimi forever, at all costs.

“Of course, baby,” George said huskily, going back to his open-mouthed kisses. “Gonna be so slow with you, so gentle.”

He tugged at the hem of Kimi’s shirt - well, his shirt, though he wouldn’t mind if Kimi never gave it back. The kid - oh, that’s fucked up, George, you really shouldn’t call him that - helped George take the garment off without having to be told.

“Your turn,” Kimi said so quickly that George thought he was speaking Italian for a second. Before Kimi could even move, George was doing as he requested, removing his hoodie that he was frankly burning up in, and chucking it to some forsaken corner.

George couldn’t help but feel proud of the way Kimi so blatantly appreciated him, his brown eyes gazing down at George’s torso while Kimi bit his lip and grinned. 

Kimi initiated their next series of kisses, one hand playing with the hair at the base of George’s neck and the other slowly, tantalizingly tracing his fingertips down George’s torso, making the poor driver insane with need, moaning and panting into Kimi’s warm mouth.

A particularly beautiful and high-pitched moan from George was interrupted by a laugh track from the TV, and Kimi searched the rumpled comforter for the remote like it was his life’s purpose.

“I’m turning your stupid show off,” he said, sounding like the TV had personally offended him, and turned it off.

“That’s okay,” George said with a little laugh. On any other occasion, he would have defended his favorite program with his dying breath. He couldn’t have cared less at the moment.

They were lying down now, having been kissing for who knows how long, hips desperately seeking each other’s movements when they - unfortunately - had to break for air for the first time. George backed up just barely enough for the two to look into each other’s eyes as they breathed hard, so many words going unspoken.

“George,” Kimi started, voice wavering. “Is… is it gonna hurt?”

The sincerity in Kimi’s angelic voice, the nervousness mixed with eagerness, made George want to take that precious face in his hands and kiss Kimi all over, vowing to protect him from anything and everything for the rest of their lives. Instead, he just answered honestly.

“It might hurt a little at first, yeah,” he replied in a voice so soft it surprised even himself, while gently pushing Kimi’s curly, dark hair away from his forehead and stroking his head. “But I’m gonna do everything I can to make you comfortable, okay? I’m gonna go really slow, and the lube will help, and I’ll make sure that you’re prepped well and that you’re ready and comfortable, okay, sweet boy?”

“Okay,” Kimi whispered cutely, though George heard it loud and clear due to how close they were to each other. A small, reassured smile tugged at Kimi’s perfect lips. “Thank you.”

“Shh, don’t hafta thank me, baby,” George hushed, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Kimi’s cheek. “It’s an honor.”

George reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube, rolling it between his hands a few times so that it would, hopefully, be warm for Kimi.

“Now, love,” he started, fighting the plastic wrapping of the bottle and losing. “I need you to know that we’ll stop anytime you want to, okay? I won’t be upset or disappointed or anything. Seriously, I mean that. I’d be the happiest guy alive to just watch TV with you if you decide you don’t wanna do this. Just say the word and we stop. If you want me to go slower, just say so and I will. And if something’s just not feeling good, let me know, and we’ll try something else, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Kimi, watching in barely concealed amusement and not bothering to offer help as George continued to pick at the edge of the plastic seal in vain. 

“Say it back.”

“What?”

“What I just told you. Say it back, baby, so I know you understand.”

Kimi couldn’t explain why that had him blushing like crazy, but it did. He truly didn’t know if that was standard procedure or not, but George caring so much about Kimi’s pleasure and preferences and making sure that Kimi understandood how safe he is only made Kimi want him exponentially more, something he didn’t think was possible after several years of all-consuming longing.

“I… uh, we’ll stop anytime I say so. And you won’t be disappointed or anything. And I’ll tell you if I want you to slow down or try something else.”

“Good boy,” affirmed George, the words coming out so naturally, as if they didn’t require thought. He leaned down to peck the corner of Kimi’s mouth, and when he got back to the task at hand, he was somehow still struggling over the simple task. The fact that his hands were slightly trembling out of a cocktail of excitement, nervousness, and want surely had nothing to do with it.

“Want any help with that?” Kimi asked through laughter. Here he was, finally naked under George Russell, and the plastic seal over a bottle of lube was getting in their way. The ridiculousness of it all wasn’t lost on Kimi - if anything, it made him feel lighter, the joy of easy laughter shared between two people bubbling in his chest.

“Please,” replied George, though he was giggling as well as he handed Kimi the bottle.

Kimi had a much easier time of getting his nails under the plastic, peeling it off in a few seconds. “Here,” he said with a cheeky smile, handing the bottle back to George and discarding the plastic on the side table.

“Ah, what would I do without you?”

Kimi let the question go unanswered, as he realized that with nothing stopping them, it was time to start. He was excited, of course, but also… He just didn’t know what to do, or how to go about this.

“So, uhm,” he stammered, “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do.”

Maybe he was being delusional, but he could have sworn that the look in George’s blue eyes was nothing other than pure, endeared love.

“There’s nothing for you to do, my love,” said George, sounding and looking so fond that Kimi’s poor little heart almost burst from it all. “All you need to do is lie back and relax, and as we said, tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Kimi, and they were kissing again.

Before long, George broke away from Kimi’s mouth to trail kisses down to his jaw, then to his neck, then his collarbones. He took his sweet time, placing long, tender kisses full of affection all over Kimi’s chest, especially where he had barely-there freckles that George could only see due to his proximity, muttering praises of ‘so perfect,’ ‘beautiful boy,’ ‘God, I’m lucky.’

Most of the nervousness Kimi had been feeling was overwritten by pure, unadulterated need as George’s white-hot kisses went to his abdomen, taking painfully slow time over the soft skin there, often kissing the same spots over and over and over again in wonder, his large hands tenderly caressing Kimi’s sides as Kimi squirmed and breathed out George’s name like a mantra. He was so caught up in his want for the man on him, the man that had occupied his every dream and fantasy and filthy late-night thought for so long now, that he didn’t even register his legs spreading on their own accord to make room for him.

“Good boy,” George praised breathily, sounding genuinely proud of Kimi’s gutsiness as he lightly nudged the inner part of Kimi’s knee to make more room for himself, the affirmation leaving his mouth like it didn’t require any thought, like it was the most natural thing in the world to call him. “Didn’t even have to tell you what to do.”

They were both breathing hard now, George kneeling between Kimi’s open legs - open for him, and only ever him. 

George looked absolutely awestruck at the sight he was beholding, and Kimi could almost see actual stars in those blue eyes. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” George said, sounding giddy, before briefly lowering himself to place a kiss on Kimi’s knee.

“Me neither,” Kimi said, huffing out a laugh. “I’ve… I’ve wanted this for more than you know, George.”

“Oh, I did know. You weren’t subtle about it.”

Kimi only laughed in response.

“Well,” George started, gaze flicking up as he tried to remember something. “I knew you had a crush on me. Only I thought it was limited to wanting to cuddle and hold hands. I had no idea that sweet, innocent Little Wolff had… this, in him.”

“Innocent little Kimi has been having very uninnocent thoughts about you for the past-”

“Don’t tell me,” George said hastily. “For my conscience.”

Kimi just laughed and continued. “Well, for a while… In addition to wanting to cuddle and hold hands, of course,” he said, looking up at George with his dark, temptress-like eyes, like a calm ocean in the dead of night that George had every intent of plunging headfirst into and drowning in.

“Fuck, Kimi, I should not want you this bad,” George said, already reaching for the lube.

“Yet you’re here,” Kimi breathed, watching George’s hands with reverence and intent. “I want you inside me. Please. Need you inside me.”

George closed his eyes and clenched his jaw tooth-achingly hard to bite back a groan.

He had known from the moment he knocked on room 12A that he was going to hell. Having the beautiful young thing writhing under him and begging to be filled up, George knew he wasn’t just going, but had been upgraded to a deluxe suite reserved for men like him.

Nevertheless, he continued.

He coated a liberal amount of the gel on his long, talented finger, and positioned it at Kimi’s entrance, already knowing it would be a tight fit.

“Are you sure, baby? You ready?”

“I am,” Kimi said, and George noticed how his beautiful chest was rising and falling with each heavy, anticipatory breath. “Please.”

“Okay, baby, I’m gonna go in. Three, two…”

Yeah, maybe counting down was excessive, but he was overcome with this need to make this as comfortable and easy a first time as he could for Kimi, who deserved to be pampered, to be talked through it.

Even with the lubricant, George was met with resistance. Kimi was tense, and George stopped before he could get down to the knuckle.

Guilt stabbed at his heart when he looked at Kimi and saw his lips slightly pouted and brows furrowed in what he prayed to God wasn’t pain.

“Oh, Kimi, does it hurt? I’m so sorry, do you want me to stop?”

“No, doesn’t hurt, it’s just…” Kimi’s next words came out with an uncomfortable chuckle. “Feels kinda weird. Not painful, but.. Not very pleasant. Is it supposed to feel that way?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a little uncomfortable at first, I’m sorry, love,” George said sympathetically, grateful he wasn’t putting sweet Kimi in any actual pain. “Haven’t you done this to yourself, baby boy?”

Kimi shook his head - a surprise, considering how often Kimi had said he’d fantasized about him. “I’ve tried,” he said, face crimson. “Hurts too much.”

“Did you use lube?”

Radio silence.

“Well maybe that’s why,” said George, him and the beautiful boy both dissolving into giggles.

“You gotta relax for me, sweets,” George said once their laughter had dissolved. He used his not-occupied hand to gently stroke Kimi’s chest, trying to soothe him. “You need to relax in order for this to be comfortable.”

“Okay,” Kimi said, before taking a deep breath, clearly still tense. “Just relax.”

“Shh, you’re safe with me, love, okay?” said George, voice lovestruckly soft as he continued to lay gentle minstrations on Kimi’s beautiful chest. “You’re completely safe here, you’re in good hands, I’m gonna take good care of you, I promise. Such good care of you, like a prince like you deserves.”

Kimi made a satisfied little sound. “Promise?”

“I promise, my love,” whispered George, with the most endeared smile. Kimi thought that it was the way someone might look at their spouse of many years. “This isn’t about me. All I want is to take care of you, for as long as you’ll let me.”

George meant every word, every syllable, and it seemed to help soothe the sweet thing a little, as George was able to get the rest of his long finger in with less resistance. “Oh, good boy,” he whispered, voice reverent. “I’m gonna help you relax a little more, okay?”

Kimi whispered an acknowledgement, and George smirked at what he was about to do, eager to see Kimi come undone again.

Finger still inside a tight heat, and trying to move it in any way that could be pleasureable, George lowered the rest of his body, slowly - painfully slowly, as far as Kimi was concerned -  placing kisses down Kimi’s navel.

“Oh, look at this,” George said, voice playful and charming as he kissed low enough that he was unable to ignore Kimi’s needy erection. “You’ve come twice this evening, my love, you still want me that bad?”

“Y-yes,” Kimi stammered, voice high pitched as his back arched and he writhed with need. “Need you, George. You always turn me on so much, I get so horny when I think of you, please, please…”

George smirked. Seemed the sweet boy was honest enough to ramble just from one finger.

“Your wish is my command, baby, I’ll help you relax.”

Moving to Kimi’s beautifully spread thighs, he nuzzled his cheek low against the right one, then proceeded to kiss up and up, Kimi letting out the cutest little squeaks with each one.

George prided himself on gentle, being caring. But he couldn’t help himself from nipping at the bare, tempting skin a couple times.

Kimi let out an ethereal sound between a moan and a giggle. “That’s- that’s good,” he breathed, seeming more relaxed and comfortable now, and George used the opportunity to sink his finger in deeper, producing more sounds, like Kimi was a remote with buttons that could be pressed to elicit cute noises.

To distract Kimi from any discomfort he might feel, he went high - high - up on Kimi’s thigh, his mouth covering territory nobody else had ever been blessed enough to see, let alone taste, and bit, sucking on the delectable skin with the intent of leaving quite the mark.

Mine. 

Having left his artistry on Kimi’s thigh, George closed his eyes and held Kimi’s cock with his unoccupied hand, and placed long kisses from tip to base. The first one had Kimi almost screaming.

“Mgh- George!” he gasped, squirming to the point where George had to remove his hand from Kimi’s cock and use it to hold his hips down.

Too drunk on Kimi to even form words, George just hummed in contentment as he surrounded the tip with his warm, talented mouth.

“Mio Dio!” shouted Kimi, surely loud enough to be heard through several sets of walls. Not that George had it in him to care, not with Kimi’s delicious tip resting on his tongue.

The second George started taking more of Kimi, the boy’s hands came down quickly to tangle in George’s hair, firmly planted as if trying to get George not to move away - as if he would with a gun to his head.

Briefly, George removed Kimi from his mouth. “Helping you relax, baby boy,” he said breathily, before closing his eyes again and taking more of him, moaning as his mouth was filled.

Kimi’s whimpers were reaching frequencies unable to be heard by humans as George took in the rest of him, the movements smooth and practiced for optimal pleasure. Testing to see if Kimi was relaxed, George started to push in another finger, grateful for the excess lube arond Kimi’s rim. This one went in with considerably less resistance, though Kimi did make a little sound that George wasn’t entirely sure was pleasure.

“Still not comfy, darling?” George asked, a string of saliva connecting his lip to the object of his servicing.

“It feels a little better than the last one,” Kimi panted, hand gripping George’s hair harder, just the way George liked it. “Keep going. Please, George.”

George didn’t even respond, going back to using his experienced mouth to please the sweet thing beneath him as much as possible, all the while crooking his fingers. 

He wanted it to be good for Kimi. Wanted it so bad, as he tried to get at every possible angle to make the sweet boy happy.

George’s moment came when he moved his fingers just so.

“Fanculo-!”

If it weren’t for the fact that Kimi’s needy cock that had been untouched for decades was currently in his mouth, George would have smirked.

Instead, he moved his fingers just like that again.

“George!” Kimi all but - no, he actually- screamed.

“You like that?” asked George, removing his mouth from Kimi’s cock to kiss down the length.

“Y-yes, it’s so good- fucking hell! H-how do you-”

Kimi was reduced to helpless whimpers as George worked his magic with blessed fingers.

“Looks like I found the right spot, huh, darling?”

More unintelligable sounds from Kimi, who was reduced to clutching the duvet beneath him and arching his spine as his whines and cries grew louder and louder, spurring George on more.

George continued to hit that spot that made Kimi absolutely lose it as he took all of Kimi easily down his throat, unable to hear himself think with how loud Kimi was being.

Both of Kimi’s hands went to George’s hair, holding on almost painfully tight, and George didn’t mind a thing, bobbing his head at a pace he knew would please, knowing exactly when to hollow his cheeks or swirl his tongue for maximum effect.

“Want another one,” the sweet thing said between gasps and moans, throwing his head back and surely speaking loud enough to be heard through several sets of walls. He was grinding onto George’s knuckles, desperate for more. “Gimme another one, George, please.”

“Your wish is my command,” George muttered against Kimi’s cock, looking up at the writhing beauty, and meant every word. He had half a mind to abandon racing entirely and devote every one of his days to this, to heeding Kimi’s every wish and pleasing him.

The third finger was welcomed in to the sacred heat, the smallest movements earning little cries and whimpers in increasingly higher octaves from the little noisemaker George was currently pleasing.

“George, please,” Kimi whined, his voice sounding like he might be on the verge of tears - which George really hoped wasn’t the case, as the last thing he wanted was to make Kimi cry. “I’ll come before we even start if you keep doing tha- oh, fuck, that!”

George removed himself from the object of his attention, looking at Kimi with the most forbidden of want. “Yes, that’s quite the point, darling,” he said simply, lips curling into a devious smirk. “You’re young, remember? You can come plenty of times. Again and again and again if that’s what you want…”

“Per favore,” Kimi whimpered, one hand shaking as it gripped George’s hair and the other fisting the blanket. “Let me come, let me come, please.”

As if George would refuse this boy pleasure with a gun to his head.

A few more crooks of his fingers, timed perfectly in tandem with George taking Kimi to the back of his throat, was what it took. Mouth full and fingers busy, he flicked his gaze up to Kimi.

Panting and sweating, Kimi’s dark eyes locked with George’s blue ones, and the eye contact seemed to do something to him.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, George-!”

George thought he had died and gone to heaven as he heard Kimi’s beautiful, accented voice cry out his name several more times as he came, each cry louder than the last. Not that George gave a damn, as he was busy swallowing up every drop like a sacred wine.

When Geoge was done with his practiced movements and Kimi had gone from screaming to panting, George popped Kimi out of his mouth and removed his fingers.

He knelt over Kimi, admiring his work. Kimi was absolutely boneless, eyes hazy and unfocused and looking absolutely blissed out.

“How are you feeling, baby?” George asked, hands reverently caressing Kimi’s sides.

“Literally… never felt better,” Kimi replied, words comically slurred.

For a moment, George thought the other would be too spent to proceed further, and he was perfectly content with that, but the need in Kimi’s eyes combined with his physical reaction to George slowly wiping his own still-glistening lips with the back of his hand indicated that he was, in fact, raring to go.

George was going to say something surely swoon-worthy when his hungry gaze raked down Kimi’s frame - again - and he noticed something on Kimi’s left hip he hadn’t before.

“What’s this?”

“Che- oh,” Kimi said with a little laugh. “That.”

Holding Kimi by the hips, George reverently ran a thumb over the dark outline of a shape on Kimi’s left hip - neither a birthmark nor a scar, but a deliberately placed tattoo. A cute little star, no bigger than George’s thumbnail.

“Pretty,” George breathed, voice heavy for something so small.

Kimi’s breath hitched. “I, um, got it right after I turned eighteen,” he explained. 

George hummed in aknowledgement. He hadn’t expected Kimi, of all people - perfect student, perfect son Kimi, praised by Toto for being ‘the good one’ of his children - to get a tattoo so young, and in such an intimate spot, too.

“Any particular meaning?”

“Not really, I mean… I wanted to do something ‘bad,’ I guess. I’ve never snuck out or partied like my older siblings have, I get good grades - great grades - so I just… wanted to do one little thing that the perfect Wolff son wouldn’t do.”

“Well, you’ve done more than one, now, baby boy,” George said with an endeared smirk, as Kimi’s innocent explanation did things to his heart that he couldn’t explain. “Your behavior these past couple months has been most unbecoming of a perfect Wolff son. Walking around in those clothes, tempting an older man - your father’s driver - the way you have… you’re bolder than you give yourself credit for, baby.”

“Just can’t believe it actually worked,” Kimi said with a smile, and George thought for a moment that tears were pricking his eyes just a little. 

“I’d be a fool to say no to you,” George whispered, lowering himself to kiss the tattoo. “Anyone else seen this?”

He knew the answer, but damn if he wasn’t dying to hear it out loud in Kimi’s sweet voice, higher than usual from pleasure.

“Just the artist who overcharged me,” Kimi said. “... And now you.”

George kissed the little star - that was on his little star, he thought cheesily to himself - again and again and again. “That’s how it should be,” he murmured against Kimi’s skin between kisses. “Just me, seeing the cute star on your pretty little hip.”

“You ready, baby?” George asked huskily, looking up at Kimi now.

The response was immediate, almost inhumanly so. 

“Yes. Please.”

George was smiling like a race winner as he tore open the box of condoms, removed one, then chucked the rest of the box who knows where.

Realizing he’d been hard in his sweats since he first started touching Kimi, he finally freed himself, pulling his pants and underwear off and kicking them away like they were poisonous, as anything barring him from Kimi was.

“Maledetto inferno,” Kimi said - submissive, breathy tone gone in favor of his equally sexy, passionate Italian cadence. “There is no way in hell you think that is gonna fit in-”

George couldn’t help but laugh - not at Kimi necessarily, well maybe, but only because he was so adorable.

“It won’t be that bad, I’m sure you can ta-” George stopped himself. For Kimi’s first time, yeah, of course he was intimidated, having nothing to compare this to and probably being scared despite how much he wanted it. “Well, y’know what, maybe you can’t at first. But that’s perfectly okay, love, we’ll have plenty of fun doing what we can.”

Kimi seemed to soften, staring at George very disrespectfully with a mix of intimidation and abject hunger.

“It’s… it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

George felt a wave of protectiveness so strong it almost brought him to tears. “Oh, honey,” he cooed, one hand cradling Kimi’s face while the other kept George propped up. “It’s like I said earlier, yeah, it’ll probably hurt a little at first, and I’m sorry. But I’m going to do everything I can to make it as good for you as possible, okay? I’ll go so slow, talk you through, ease you into it, everything.”

“You make it sound so clinical,” Kimi said, resting an arm up over his head with a self-depracating chuckle. “This is supposed to be, like, sexy, and stuff - gosh, I’m sorry I’m so anxious, it’s probably killing the-”

George just shushed him. “Hey, no no no, none of that, angel,” he soothed, gently brushing a thumb over Kimi’s cheek. “You’re not doing anything wrong. It’s your first time, and it’s nervewracking to be so vulnerable for the first time, that’s totally normal.”

“I just… I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, and now it’s happening, and I didn’t think I’d be this nervous, but I am-”

“And that’s okay,” George assured again, a little laugh in his voice at how stubborn this cute boy could be. He lowered himself so that he was hovering over Kimi, much closer now, and he spoke lower. “Do you still want to keep going?”

“Yes,” Kimi said breathlessly.

“Well, you can trust me. You can trust that I’m going to make it good for you, that I’m going to keep you safe. You’re in such good hands, okay, my love?”

“Okay,” Kimi whispered, sounding sure of himself, and George kissed him. Over and over again, George kissed him, not deep ones meant to lead to something more, but assuring pecks meant to soothe.

“You’re gonna take me so well, I just know it,” George whispered against beautiful lips. He felt Kimi’s erection twitch between them as the Italian made a little sound, indicating George’s talk was working as intended, easing Kimi into the mood and out of nervousness. As he continued, his hand went down to reverently caress the side of Kimi’s thigh, realizing that Kimi’s legs were now locked around George’s torso. “You were made for this, darling, made just for me.”

Kimi’s legs and arms tightened around George adorably, wanting to be closer to him.

“I’m gonna be better for you than any stupid college boy could ever be, okay?” George whispered against Kimi’s cheek.

Kimi giggled breathlessly, George taking pride in the fact that he seemed much more at ease now, from his gentle kisses and touches and words.

“I’m not even in college ye-”

“Yeah, let’s not talk about that,” George said hastily, voice not husky or sexy in the slightest as he pushed himself off of Kimi.

“What?” Kimi asked with a knowing smirk that crinkled the corner of his dark eyes. Laying there, arm splayed out over his head, he looked so painfully young and sinful all at the time time. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna be reminded that I’m-”

George faked a sneeze. “Wow sure is stuffy in here anyway let’s get this show on the road!” he shouted, if only so that he wouldn’t hear the rest of whatever Kimi was saying.

Kimi laughed, a pure, honest laugh, and George had to pause while tearing open the condom packet to truly appreciate it, lest he never get to hear such a thing again. 

While George was rolling the condom onto himself with practiced ease, he noticed Kimi propping himself up on his elbows, watching George with the focus he usually reserved for homework or race data.

“Enjoying your show, love?” asked George sweetly, condom snug on as he reached for the lube.

“Very much,” Kimi said, head tilted in that way that had no business being as enticing as it was. “I’m just observing your technique so that I can put it on you next time.”

George felt a frankly concerningly strong wave of pleasure at the words ‘next time.’ Oh, how he hoped. How he hoped he lived long enough to see next time.

Grateful he had the foresight to purchase the big bottle, George worked the very liberal amount of lube onto his cock. The contact made him shiver, as he had been so focused on Kimi thus far - which he was more than happy to be, but it meant he had gone untouched all night.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so turned on right now. You see what you do to me?” he rambled, doing the bare minimum of his minstrations to get the lube spread out, wanting to save the rest for when he was finally - fucking finally! - inside Kimi, as he had yearned to be for the past few, excruciating months.

“Hard not to,” Kimi replied. Cheeky.

Now firmly in the mood, George positioned himself between Kimi’s legs. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he started, looking down at his prize, all wanting and spread out beneath him. Right where he fucking should be, thought the sicker part of George. “You’ve no idea how tempting you are, wearing those clothes, walking around looking fuckin’ edible.”

Kimi’s face was red and his chest was rising and falling with each hard, waiting breath. “Well, you don’t hafta dream anymore,” he breathed. “Take me, George, please - I’ve been waiting since I was f-”

George actually reached out and covered Kimi’s mouth just in time to save himself from that information.

“Alright, baby,” he started, removing his hand from Kimi’s mouth and lining himself up at Kimi’s entrance. “You ready?”

“Yes. Please,” Kimi said, the words coming out pathetically fast.

“Take my hand,” ordered George, relishing in how quickly Kimi obeyed, the fingers of his right hand interlinking with George’s left. “Good boy. Okay, three… two…”

Yeah, maybe the countdown was excessive, but George would be damned if he wasn’t gentle. He promised to talk him through it, after all.

On one, George pushed in, blue eyes boring into Kimi’s, as he sickly wanted to see exactly how he looked when he gave the most intimate part of himself to George, for only him to have.

Letting out a breathy moan upon first entering such tight, tight, blissful heat, George progressed until he heard Kimi let out a sound that definitely wasn’t one of pleasure.

George stopped dead. “Oh, baby,” he started, the concern in his voice so incriminatingly sincere. “I’m so sorry - shit, I hurt you, didn’t I?”

Kimi was grimacing. George was halfway inside of him and the poor thing was grimacing. “Not your fault,” he said. Of course the first thing he said would be to deflect the burden of blame from George’s shoulders. “But yeah… Yeah, it hurts.”

“Do you want me to come out?” George asked, already intent on doing so.

“No, no, you can stay, just… don’t go deeper.”

“Okay,” George said, though he did pull out just a tad, having to do something to ease Kimi’s pain. He maneuvered so that he stayed inside while moving so that he could be over Kimi, needing to be closer to him. 

“Shh, it’s okay, my love, look at me,” he commanded gently, holding Kimi’s face with the hand that was previously holding Kimi’s hand like a holy relic. “You’re doing so good. You’re doing great, honey, I just need you to relax for me, okay? Can you do that?”

Kimi was visibly taking deep breaths as he nodded.

“That’s it, my love, just like that,” soothed George, running a reverent hand up and down Kimi’s side. “Just relax, angel. We have all the time in the world.”

They, in fact, did not have all the time in the world. They had until the morning, when they would have to feign normalcy over hotel breakfast, and God did the thought of pretending that this magical night never happened physically pain George.

“What’s your favorite color?” Kimi blurted after several deep breaths of George watching him like he was something precious.

“I’m sorry?”

“To get my mind off the pain. What’s your favorite color?”

George’s endeared grin crinkled his eyes. Christ, this boy was so cute it hurt. “Green.” he answered. “Though I went with blue for the whole racing schtick ‘cause it looked better with the car and matched the team.”

“Interesting,” Kimi hummed, one hand playing with George’s hair as the other traced George’s chiseled face.

“What about you, my love?” George inquired, before taking Kimi’s wrist and kissing the inside of it.

Kimi needed a few seconds to focus again after being taken aback by the gesture. “Oh, uhm… well, it used to be red. But now it’s blue.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, ‘cause of you. ‘Cause it’s your color - not just any shade, but the really pretty one you chose. And blue reminds me of your eyes.”

“Christ, Kimi… I can’t put into words how special you are. How lucky I am.”

Kimi hummed in contentment, and they kissed a couple more times before Kimi spoke up again.

“Okay… I think you can keep going. Doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”

“Of course, my love,” George said, returning to his kneeling position. He was about to push in further when he felt Kimi’s hand on his face.

“So handsome,” said Kimi, and in his eyes were hearts and stars and a myriad of other things George was probably making up.

George nuzzled into the gentle hold for a second before placing his own hand on top of Kimi’s and kissing the sweet boy’s palm. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered against the skin.

That was all it took to elicit another beautiful whimper from Kimi, and George held him like he was precious as he pushed in deeper.

“My God,” George said in a drawn-out moan, finally allowing himself to revel in the pleasure he’d been imagining getting from Kimi for so long. “Y-you’re so warm, and tight, gosh, so tight…”

“Yeah, almost like I’m a virgin or something.”

George actually stopped sheathing himself inside the object of his most vivid fantasies for a second to laugh.

“Got jokes now, Little Wolff?”

“Have my moments.”

“We’ll see about that,” George replied, hands tightly gripping Kimi’s waist as Kimi finally took all of him.

Kimi sucked in a breath. “Mamma mia.”

George sputtered out a chuckle as he lowered himself enough to rest his forehead against Kimi’s collarbone. Gosh, this boy kept surprising him. Getting dicked down for the first time in his young life and that’s what he has to say about it.

“Seriously?” George asked through chuckles.

“What? What was I supposed to say?” Kimi was trying to sound defensive, but he was giggling along.

“Gosh, I don’t know, angel,” conceded George. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little,” Kimi replied, voice a breathy, intimate whisper.

“Okay, I’ll stay like this for a little. Let you get comfortable.” 

George propped himself back up and returned to reverently running his hands alonge Kimi’s sides, noticing the way Kimi squirmed a little when Geprge’s hands graced his ribcages.

“So beautiful,” George mused, feeling drunk on the feeling of being fully inside Kimi Wolff. “See? Look at you! I told you you could do it, you’ve taken everything. And so well, too, such a good boy.”

It was probably stupid, but Kimi could feel himself tearing up. George was making the simple act of taking his cock sound like such an accomplishment, and he sounded so proud.

“You’re so amazing,” he said, taking Kimi’s hand and kissing the knuckles. “See? You can do anything you set your mind to. You’re brilliant.”

There was nothing dirty about those words, but damn if George praising him didn’t turn Kimi on to no end. 

“Can you, uhm,” Kimi stammered, unsure of how to finish the request. How does one politely ask their twenty-seven-year-old crush of several years to start properly railing them until they couldn’t think? “Can you… start? Y’know.”

The smirk that crossed George’s face told Kimi that the driver knew exactly what he meant.

“Start what, love?” he asked, voice almost passing as sincere.

“George,” Kimi groaned, covering his face. “You know what. Please.”

The sound of Kimi literally pleading for him made George want to thrust into him right there. But he wanted to hear more.

“Please what, Kimi?” asked George, fingertips running lightly over Kimi’s spread thighs. “C’mon, you’re a good boy, you need use your words.”

“I want- want you to…” Kimi started, his voice a higher pitch than usual with pure, unbridled want. He frankly didn’t know what to say; asking George to fuck him felt cold and emotionless. No, what he wanted was something a lot more intimate, for George to ask for Kimi’s hand in marriage and make love to him until they were both shaking with the intensity of their bond, until they were so connected they couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, and to do so every night for the rest of their lives.

The vulnerable request came as a whisper.

“Make love to me. Please, George, show me what it’s like. Show me how good it can feel. Ruin me for anyone else, be the only one to make me feel like this.”

Something primal in George just snapped, and he had to close his eyes and take a breath to ground himself.

“Good boy. That’s all you had to say.”

Getting himself into optimal position, George looked in Kimi’s waiting eyes.

“Okay… out,” he said, slowly coming out of him. He knew the narration was probably overkill, but he needed Kimi to know what was happening, needed him to be comfortable.

“In,” he whispered, reinserting himself deep. Kimi was so tight that there was still resistance, but not as much. 

A beautiful gasp escaped Kimi’s lips as his hands instinctively went behind George’s shoulders, and George felt the welcome pain of fingernails taking claim to the skin there.

“Out… In…” George narrated again. This time, he got a lot more than a gasp.

“George!” Kimi all but screamed, his legs locking around the older man. “More, please, just… Fuck, it feels so good, keep going, please…”

“As you wish, angel.”

George kept to his word, pacing himself to where he was making Kimi feel good while still being gentle, determined to keep Kimi’s precious first time as painless as possible, wanting to make it special.

Logically, George knew that they should try to keep their volume to a minimum, as they were very much not alone on the hotel floor shared by most of George’s team. But as he thrusted into such beauty, and felt Kimi’s fingernails scratch his back, how the hell was he supposed to keep quiet?

He was being more vocal than he had ever had been before, drawn out ‘ah’s and grunts of Kimi’s name mixed with praise filled the air.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

“Such a good boy, even better than I imagined.”

Each praise was met with whines and whimpers, some at frequencies George didn’t even think humans could hear.

It was one in particular that really got Kimi crazy.

“You think some uni boy would be able to treat a precious thing like you like this, Kimi? C’mon, my love, answer.”

Kimi didn’t say no, but he did shake his head, as his mouth was busy downright screaming, both cries of pleasure and of George’s name and ‘please, more.’

Still gentle, George gave him more.

“That’s right, my love,” he cooed, moving so that he was practically bear hugging Kimi as he thrust into him, hitting that precious, sensitive bundle of nerves each time.

“Fuck, George, oh, God!”

Kimi was being too loud. His voice was bouncing off the walls with the sheer volume, and could most certainly be heard rooms or floors or cities away.

And George wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it.

“You deserve better than some boy. You deserve a man, lovely, a real man who can make you feel just-”

George emphasized his point with a thrust less gentle than the last. The scream it elicited and the pleasant raking of Kimi’s nails down his back would be ingrained in George’s memory for the rest of his life.

“Just right.”

Kimi was being very gently, very tenderly made love to, but the sounds he was making and the barely-there look in his eyes indicated otherwise. Every cry, whimper, and whine, whether short or drawn out, sounded more wanton than the last, and from being so close, George could swear he could chart the constellations in the boy’s pupil-blown eyes, so starry with this new pleasure he’d never experienced before, his whole body and mind going through this for the very first time.

“Fuck, baby, I almost don’t believe this is your first time taking cock, you’re doing it so well,” George rambled. Then, he didn’t know what came over him or possessed him to do so, but he looked at Kimi’s cute little cheek, ridden with barely-there freckles and faint scars of teenage breakouts, flawed skin that George found so perfect in every way, and he just… bit it. Just a little nip, nothing more.

Kimi ceased his shouting just long enough to giggle, the sound somehow more arousing than his breathless whimpers and high-pitched whines. 

“I thought I was the wolf here,” Kimi punned breathlessly, the beginning of a laugh cut off by another high moan as George once again slowly pushed into him.

George’s smile was dopey as he went about kissing every part of Kimi’s face he could reach. “Gosh, Kimi, you’re… you’re so…” 

He trailed off, not knowing how to encapsulate everything that Kimi was. So amazing, so sweet, so brilliant, so funny. What wasn’t he?

Oh, how gone George was. How in love George was.

“George… I, I feel you-”

Kimi then started tracing his hand down his torso in a movement so erotic George almost tapped out right there.

His hand stopped around his navel. 

“Feel you in here.”

George made some inhuman sound that he hoped didn’t turn Kimi off immediately. “Do you want more of me, Andrea?” he asked breathlessly, loving the way Kimi’s beautiful given name felt rolling off his tongue. “Want to feel me even deeper inside you? Huh?”

Kimi nodded, making incoherent affirming sounds.

“No, remember what he talked about, sweet boy,” George replied, stopping his slow thrusts. Which, if Kimi’s following whine was any indication, felt akin to torture. “Words. C’mon, baby.”

“I- I want you deeper,” Kimi stammered helplessly, not needing to be told twice. “I need… need to be yours, need you to make me yours.”

“Of course, my angel,” George cooed, propping himself up so that he was properly on his knees while still remaining tightly inside.

“Gonna put your leg over my shoulder,” he explained with care, wrapping his hands around Kimi’s left thigh. “Can I do that, love? Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Kimi panted. “Here-”

Kimi helped George maneuver him so that one leg was over George’s shoulder while the other remained around his waist, the asymmetry slightly tilting Kimi’s lower body.

“Now, how’s-” George started, before giving Kimi another gentle thrust, the angle making it hit deeper this time.

George’s question of “How’s that, love?” was drowned out by Kimi making a sound that could not in any way pass off as anything less than sheer ecstasy.

“Fu- fuck, George, George, it’s so good, George!”

It was almost comical how automatically Kimi cried out George’s name with every thrust, like it was the utmost expression of pleasure.

“Yeah, Kimi, fuckin’ take it. C’mon, Andrea, just like that,” rambled George, taking care to be gentle with each thrust. He went at a steady pace, nice and soft, but enough to make Kimi writhe and feel really good. “You feel so good, baby boy, seriously. You’re doing great.”

Unable to stop himself, one of George’s hands went to the necklace Kimi had never been seen without, idly playing with it.

“Walking around every day, teasing me like that, looking like a right Italian prince… and look at you now, love,” he said, moving his hand from Kimi’s necklace to caress his face, Kimi’s young eyes looking at George like he was the source of all pleasures and everything good in the universe. “Looking so pretty for me, letting me make you feel good, just like you deserve.”

“It’s- it’s so good, George,” Kimi gasped between the most adorable little ‘ah’ sounds. “Better than I dreamed.”

As Kimi let out something between a whine and a scream, one of his hands grabbed a fistful of the duvet, clutching it in a shaky, white-knuckled grip. 

“No one’s gonna make me feel like this again,” Kimi admitted, voice breathless with something other than arousal for once. Almost sadness.

George unhooked Kimi’s leg from over his shoulder. He needed to be close to Kimi, namely without snapping the poor thing in half.

“No one else could make you feel like this,” he affirmed, closer to Kimi now. “But I could. Fuck, baby, if you’d let me? I’d make you feel good whenever you wanted.”

Kimi’s cute noises were coming in quicker succession and were less drawn out, and he moved his hand gripping the blanket to join the other at George’s back, where George could feel his arms trembling. Kimi was close, so close he was almost incoherent with it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, darling? Having me at your beck and call? I’d drop everything to be with you, baby.”

Kimi’s moan - one that bordered on a sob - gave George the feeling that Kimi’s answer to that hypothetical was a resounding yes.

George leaned in, placing kisses from Kimi’s cheek to the corner of his mouth and back again. 

“My love,” he whispered against warm, damp skin, he himself starting to get more frantic as he was well on his way to his orgasm. “My prince. My good boy. My Andrea. My Kimi.”

George felt the limbs around him clutch him tighter, and a high, squeak-like sound escaped Kimi’s mouth, followed by several cries that almost startled George with their volume.

“Oh, George… sì, fanculo- George! Ti- ti a-”

The rest of the words, whatever they were, were drowned out as Kimi buried his face in George’s neck as the white-hot ecstasy flew through his every nerve, culminating in him spurting cum over his stomach, shaking with the force of it all and continuing to whine wordless cries along with Italian words George couldn’t understand but made his heart do things it never had before.

George didn’t keep going through Kimi’s seemingly all-consuming orgasm, not wanting to overwhelm him. Instead, he stroked Kimi’s side and his thigh and whatever he could reach with the hand that wasn’t propping him up over the other, all while whispering sweet reassurances.

“There you go, baby, there you go… So perfect, coming for me like that, feeling so good like you deserve. Oh, if only you could see yourself… So beautiful, Kimi, so beautiful.”

It took the better part of a minute for Kimi’s breath to stop coming so quickly, and for his sounds to peter out into the content little whimpers of his afterglow. When he removed his head from the crook of George’s neck and plopped his it on the pillow like it weighed a metric ton, he looked so adorably spent, sweating and panting and eyes unfocused like he had just run a marathon, raced sixty-two laps in the Singapore heat, then got hit by a truck for good measure. He looked so - well, fucked, so exhausted and vulnerable that George wanted to just wrap him up warm and kiss him all over.

“You okay, my love?” George whispered, tenderly brushing some of Kimi’s sweat-damp curls from his forehead.

“Uh-huh,” Kimi said between pants of breath. “I just… wow, I didn’t that it’d be so exhausting. Never felt so tired.”

Still so deep inside, George almost ‘aww’ed out loud at how cute Kimi looked and sounded. “Yeah, that’s understandable, angel,” he said, voice reverently soft as he ran his hands along Kimi’s sides. “The first time’s tiring. And you’ve had quite the strenuous day.”

After a few more moments of catching his breath, Kimi took in the mess he made. “Did- did you, uhm…” he trailed off, eyes averting George’s gaze, suddenly bashful after everything the two just did.

“Did I finish?” George suggested.

Kimi nodded, cutely shy.

“No, my love, I haven’t. Not for lack of enjoyment, believe me. I just don’t want to keep going and overwhelm you now that you’re done.”

Kimi wondered if there was some kind of kink for having a man be so caring and sweet and concerned about his wellbeing, automatically putting said wellbeing above his own need for release. Because fuck, was George’s tenderness only turning him on more, despite being so utterly spent. Maybe that was just… normal affection, and not a specific ‘thing.’ Kimi didn’t know. He didn’t know anything about any of this.

“You can keep going,” Kimi said, sounding sure of himself. “Please.”

“Thank you, Kimi, but it’s okay,” George cooed, fingertips caressing Kimi’s face and paying special attention to the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t need to-”

“But I want you to. I wanna make you feel like you made me feel, ‘cause it was really good, and…” Kimi’s voice dropped to a vulnerable whisper. “I don’t want this to end.”

For a second, George thought he could see sadness in those pleading eyes, and it was as if a mutual understanding passed over them. They were reminded that they were on very borrowed time, and they both knew it. They were reminded that, unfortunately, a world existed outside the sanctuary of Kimi’s bed, a world of problematic differences in age, and disapproving fathers, and career ending, maybe life ending scandals, and of endless complications.

But that was outside. Inside, they were safe. For now, at least. And for now, Kimi was looking at George with eyes that were begging for the older man to keep making love to him, even though he looked as tired as he’d ever been.

“Thank you, baby,” George whispered earnestly as he kissed Kimi’s cheek. He was thanking him for everything - the opportunity to do this in the first place, and the opportunity to keep going until he came. Because he truly wouldn’t have without Kimi telling him to.

Kimi knew this. It made him feel good. Almost powerful.

At George’s first thrust since Kimi came, Kimi felt it more intensely. It almost felt like too much, almost overstimulating, but Kimi welcomed it, welcomed the way the tiniest movement sent nigh overwhelming pleasure to every part of him, because it came from George. George, who looked so sexy above him, so strong and protective and devoted, looking at Kimi like he was the only thing that mattered, searching Kimi’s for any trace of discomfort, because he cared so deeply about Kimi’s pleasure.

“Is it-”

“It’s good,” Kimi said breathlessly. “Keep going. Please, George, please, I need you. I need you so bad…”

“Oh, fuck,” George said for the umpteenth time. Every time Kimi whined about needing him, George felt a primal urge to fulfill that need, to fill Kimi up the way he’d been fantasizing about and make Kimi feel good in the way the younger never had before, but had been more than deserving of.

George was more vocal now - plenty vocal, actually, his moans higher than usual as he chased release, but still being gentle.

“May I - mph, fuck - may I go faster? Please? I’ll still be gentle, sweet boy, I promise,” George said, honesty evident in his pleading voice.

Kimi needn’t think twice. Here he was, on his back, getting it within an inch of his life, and he still felt like he was the one in control of George’s pleasure, the driver pleading with him from his position above.

“Yes, George,” Kimi said, the words coming out as drawn-out moans. It felt different finally saying them out loud instead of whispering them against his pillow in the darkness of his room, rutting pitifully against his mattress as he dreamed of George - the man he had on posters in his room - finally taking him. “Wanna- wanna make you come.”

“Oh, beautiful,” George whined, throat tight. He’d never felt this needy before, not in all his years. He set a new pace - demanding, yet not too strenuous on Kimi, as George wouldn’t dare risk hurting him.

George knew he wouldn’t last much longer, embarrassing as it was. Every time he was fully inside Kimi, every time Kimi pulled him closer and moaned George’s name in that beautiful, breathless, accented voice, George thought that surely this would be it.

Kimi seemed to be enjoying it, too. 

“Aw, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you, angel?” George whispered, seemingly fascinated. “Wow, look at you. You recover so quick, such a good boy.”

As had been usual that night, those two words got Kimi extra riled. 

“George, please,” he cried, the words drawn out as his volume reached worrying levels again. Not that George cared much when he was cock deep in the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Here, baby, take my hands,” George ordered, voice firm but kind.

Kimi obeyed with ease, and the two had their fingers intertwined on the mattress, George pinning Kimi’s hands down for support. Kimi liked it. He liked it a lot, actually, George looming over him and having a vice grip on his hands.

“Come with me, okay baby?” George asked, voice getting shakier with each faster thrust. “Are you ready, love? Can you do that?”

Kimi was close, and it felt different than it had mere minutes ago. More all-consuming, like it would take more out of him. And he welcomed it.

“George, more, please mo- oh, fuck! It’s so good, George, please, George-!”

“So beautiful, so beautiful when you say my name like that. Yes, Kimi, come for me, baby. Come for George.”

Something about that commanding yet caring tone unravelled Kimi again, leaving him practically sobbing out George’s name as he climaxed again. It felt better this time, but produced barely any actual come, which made sense considering all he’d been through that night.

The last one had him feeling good, but now Kimi was essentially on another planet, still seeing stars and muttering Italian nonsense: “Ti amo… ti amo, George, ti amo…”, whatever that meant.

Not that George was able to hear Kimi’s beautiful Italian musings, as he was hearing the headboard of the hotel bed rhythmically thump against the wall, along with his own gasps and moans - louder than he usually was, but not the concerning levels of Kimi’s adorable cries. He knew to practice some restraint.

“Tha- thank you for letting me do this, Kimi,” George said breathlessly, trembling with closeness. “You’re even better than I imagined, baby, so beautiful… Fuck, I needed this so bad, been thinking about you for so long, my love. You’re the best, so good for me, my good boy… my… Kimi-”

“You’re so,” Kimi started in an equally breathless whimper, “so good to me. So good to me, George…”

George’s climax was somewhat quieter than Kimi’s, but no less intense, his strangled cry of Kimi’s name devolving into a euphoric, drawn out, high moan as the pleasure crashed over him and he felt himself finally come.

For a few moments, the two caught their shared, mixed breath. George came down sooner, still feeling the afterglow from the high of easliy the best sex of his life, but was coherent enough to refocus his attention to Kimi, vulnerable under him and fresh from climaxing who knows how many times tonight.

“George… I need…”

Kimi trailed off, endorphins clouding his brain to where he was feeling absolutely heavenly, but scrambling with his words. Luckily, George knew what he needed. Somehow, he knew.

“I know, baby. C’mere,” he said, going in to completely engulf Kimi’s slight frame in a bear hug, careful to disperse his weight so as to not crush the precious thing beneath him.

“So perfect,” George murmured, pressing a kiss to Kimi’s neck, savoring the sweet saltiness of his sweat. “You’re… bloody hell, Kimi, you’re amazing. So perfect. So good for me.”

They spent who knows how long like that, Kimi’s breath softening from its rapid cadence, with George happily muttering gentle praise while kissing Kimi’s neck - not sucking on the skin like before, but leaving long, reverent kisses that he hoped conveyed even an ounce of the desperation he felt for this boy.

George wanted to stay inside Kimi forever. Wanted to fall asleep just like this and wake up still sheathed inside this gorgeous, warm, inviting person. Yet, as much as he desperately craved that, to stay like this and conk out would be foregoing the best part.

Not wanting to crush the poor thing under his weight, George withdrew himself from being buried deep inside Kimi, his heart constricting at the tiny, barely-there whine it elicited from the now empty Kimi. 

Cooing at the cute noise, George rolled himself off Kimi, and laid down so that they were side by side on the bed.

He didn’t know for how long they spent there, each catching their own breath some more. George felt tired, boneless, and really didn’t want to move, but knew he had to in order to get Kimi cleaned up so they could cuddle.

George swung one long leg over the side of the bed, and was about to get up when he felt movement.

Kimi was sitting up, looking slightly more present but no less flushed and adorable as he reached out, stopping short of George’s wrist. “Wait-”

“I’m just getting a towel from the bathroom,” George immediately assured, his heart doing backflips at how Kimi’s expression reverted back to his earlier contentment. “So I can clean you up. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve said so. You seemed so out of it I half thought you’d fallen asleep already.”

Kimi chuckled, cheeks still rosy, as he laid the duvet over his lower half.

“Here, just… hang tight,” George started, making a show of tucking the blanket in around Kimi’s legs. “I’ll be right back, okay love? Won’t even know I’m gone.”

To emphasize his point, George daintily took Kimi’s hand by the fingers, bowing down and placing a kiss to the knuckles as he removed himself from the warm bed, maintaining reverent eye contact as he did so.

He chuckled at Kimi’s feeble attempt at a wolf whistle as he walked away.

In the restroom, George made quick work of disposing of the condom, procuring a towel, and giving the water time to warm up so it could be relaxing for Kimi.

Looking in the mirror, he found a thoroughly satisfied man, and couldn’t help but giggle quietly to himself, giddy and disbelieving. It felt surreal, and he couldn’t believe he had just done that. Couldn’t believe they had just done that.

Configuring himself so he could glance over his own shoulder in the mirror, he quickly checked and was extremely satisfied to find his back marred with red lines. Not a wild amount, just short segments of faint red - some higher up on his back, some lower, and some in between - that reminded him of his Kimi leaving them there.

He checked to see if the water was warm enough, careful to not be too hot, and set to dampening the towel like a man eager to get back to his beloved. His whole being - mind, body, soul - was itching for Kimi’s company, for Kimi’s hold, and every second he spent away from him he grew colder.

Needless to say, aftercare meant everything in the world to George. Sure, it was, as everything else, primarily for KImi’s sake, to be held and comforted as he came down from something so intimate, but damn if George didn’t need it too, damn if the act of having his lover laying on his chest after George made him feel good, looking up at George like he was the most important thing in the world, didn’t fulfill him more than the actual sex did. God, he needed Kimi.

As soon as possible, George left the bathroom with a warm, damp towel in hand. Kimi was adorably, unselfconsciously splayed on the bed, seemingly halfway to dreamland and partially covered with the blanket.

“Hey, you still with me, angel?” George asked as he joined Kimi on the bed, very lightly jostling his shoulder. The skin was still warm.

“Che co-” Kimi started, drearily blinknig himself back to reality and propping himself up on his elbows. “Oh. Yeah. I’m up. Just tired. But still up.”

“Sure,” George said with a disbelieving, but endeared eye roll. “Gonna clean you up, okay? The towel’s warm, it should feel nice.”

“You don’t have-”

“It’s an honor and a privilege,” George said gently. He didn’t care that the words were incredibly cheesy, because they were true.

George touched and caressed Kimi like he was a precious, glass-made thing that needed to be handled with the utmost care. Once the fluid that had been shot out over Kimi’s abdomen was wiped away, George used a clean part of the towel to give Kimi a few more tender caresses, all while looking at Kimi with a softness that suggested he wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

“‘S nice,” the Italian muttered, eyelids fluttering closed as he smiled faintly. He looked so young and delicate like this.

“Good,” George whispered in response. After a couple more moments, he haphazardly chucked the towel by the bed, careful not to drop it on the plushies Kimi had carefully and adorably placed on the floor - facing away, so as to not see their earlier activities.

George then got them both under the duvet, Kimi making the cutest little sounds as he adjusted to get comfortable.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, love,” George said gently, reaching to the bedside table for the other plastic bag he placed there, bringing out a water bottle. “Gotta get you hydrated.”

“Huh?” a tired Kimi asked, sitting up. His normally unruly curls were even more tousled, flattened at the back of his head from lying down and being jostled around whenever George had thrust into him.

“You’re tired, baby. All that… physical exertion.”

“Ah, yes, all that lying there while you did all the work really took a lot out of me,” Kimi said, blushing and smiling cutely as his gaze avoided George’s eyes, as if nervous talking about this particular subject matter, even after all they’d just done with each other.

“Lying there and being perfect and beautiful takes a lot out of you,” replied George, the grin on his face making him look younger than his years as he opened the water bottle with ease and offered it to Kimi. “Drink.”

Kimi rolled his brown eyes playfully. “Yes, sir,” he said, and drank.

Suddenly, George felt heat coil in his stomach again and briefly considered another round. But this was the time to make sure Kimi was cared for properly, not to act on whatever accidental discovery George may or may not be having about himself at the moment.

“Good boy,” George whispered as Kimi gave the water bottle back to him. He took a couple sips himself, ignoring the super mature thoughts of how Kimi had just put his mouth on this bottle, so they were basically kissing. In a way. Kind of.

Setting the water bottle back on the night stand, he finally lied down, fully getting comfortable under the blanket and resting his head on the pillow with a relaxed ‘oof.’ Then, after… maybe a quarter of a second, his arms were looping around Kimi’s waist, pulling him in with desperate haste.

'Right where you belong,’ George thought darkly, holding Kimi so close that the boy had no choice but to practically lay on him.

Not that Kimi minded, all but purring as he tried to nuzzle into George, but unsure of how to position himself comfortably.

“Here,” George said helpfully, placing a large hand on Kimi’s thigh and moving it to rest across George’s pelvis with ease. “Like that. Comfy, love?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kimi muttered. He glanced up at George, as if asking for permission or looking for signs of discomfort, before plopping his cute head down on George’s chest, letting out another content little sound as he nuzzled his cheek closer against George’s skin.

The wave of contentment that washed over George as he finally - finally - had sweet, beautiful Kimi Wolff in his arms, warm and vulnerable and cuddled up to him after feeling good, was better than any sex or victory. He loosely looped his arms around Kimi’s neck, kissing the top of his head with pure affection, taking in the scent of his shampoo mixed with the sweat and sex that surely permeated the room by now.

George lost count of he amount of kisses he pressed to the top of Kimi’s head. “You okay?” he eventually asked, words muffled against Kimi’s now ragged curls. “In any pain?”

“I dunno, my… my body feels kinda weird, if that makes sense,” Kimi said with a little laugh against George’s skin, his accent a little thicker and no less devastating. He started absentmindedly tracing little patterns on George’s chest, and the tiny point of contact felt like it set George ablaze. “But, like, in a good way.”

His heart squeezed. Kimi was so inexperienced that he couldn’t word how he was feeling with anything other than ‘weird.’

“Long as you’re not sore or anything,” George said, resting his cheek against Kimi’s curls and moving so that he had one hand around Kimi’s waist, pressing them together, and the other caressed up and down Kimi’s smooth, soft thigh.

“Think I might be,” Kimi replied, with a cute little grunt as he shifted around a little. “Only a little. And I… I wouldn’t mind being reminded of this when I try to walk around tomorrow.”

Maybe George was reading too much into things, but those words felt so tender to him. 

George was drifting off to sleep against his will when he heard Kimi chuckle dreamily.

“I… I didn’t think it would actually work,” Kimi whispered, more to himself than George.

“What worked, love?”

Kimi turned so that he was still laying partially on George but facing the ceiling more, gazing up as he continued to catch his breath.

“For years, I’ve had… this plan. This really shitty plan that once I turned eighteen, I was gonna suddenly, magically turn all beautiful and sexy and then you’d have to finally notice me after years of just… being that awkward kid that hung around all the time. And-”

Kimi covered his face with his hands, and George knew he was blushing like crazy under there. “Gosh, this is so stupid!” he said through muffled giggles.

“No, c’mon!” George said through his own laughter, pulling Kimi’s hands away from his face. “C’mon, you gotta tell me.”

“So, like… Okay, it was supposed to be in Monaco. That first dinner since my birthday. I was gonna, like, somehow seduce you that very day, and you’d take me back to your place, and… And, uh, I was hoping you’d take my virginity. Just like tonight. And, well… a bunch of stuff after that, but that’s not important.”

Kimi decided it was best not to tell George the rest of that particular fantasy. How it ended years later with a ring on Kimi’s finger - sapphire rather than diamond, pretty without being flashy - and Kimi having to narrow down his growing number of last names. ‘I like Wolff-Russell - what do you think, hun?’

“I mean, hey, your little plan worked better than you thought. I didn’t take you to bed that night, but… bloody hell, it’s all I’ve been able to think about since then.”

“... I can’t believe I actually got you to look at me like that. Me, out of all the people you could have.”

“Look at you how, like you’re perfect? Like I can’t believe some boy from your cushy private school hasn’t scooped you up for himself yet?”

“Many have tried,” Kimi said smugly, stretching out his entire body with the newfound confidence of someone who had only just learned how sexy they could be, nearly hitting George in the face whilst doing so. “But I don’t like boys my age. They’re dumb.”

Looking like a cat who got the cream, Kimi returned to resting on his side, happily laying on George’s chest as his fingers resumed their mindless little patterns.

“And they wouldn’t be as sweet or as good to me as you,” Kimi continued. “It… it was good for you, too, right? I know I don’t really know how to do all this stuff…”

Removing his hand from Kimi’s thigh, he angled the younger’s head up to place a kiss on his forehead, tender and reverent. Then another, and another.

“You were incredible,” he whispered, drawing a line of kisses from Kimi’s forehead to his temple to the crown of his head and back and everywhere in between. “So amazing. So perfect for me. My God, Kimi…”

George’s praise continued until he heard Kimi let out what could only be described as a little hic.

Out of concern, George moved both his hands to Kimi’s face, small when encaged by George’s large hands and long fingers.

He took in Kimi’s face. Tears. Tears welling up in big brown eyes while his lower lip quivered ever so slightly. 

So beautiful even in distress.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” George asked, his tone so concerned and so painfully soft that it surprised even him, as he brushed his thumbs over Kimi’s cheeks, though the tears hadn’t fully sprung from the younger one’s eyes yet. “Was- was I too rough with you? Was this too much? Oh, Kimi, I’m so-”

George was on the verge of tearing up himself just from seeing his beloved in distress, but Kimi interrupted him.

“Happy tears,” he whispered, sniffling and rapidly blinking to dispel the tears occupying his eyes. “They’re happy tears, I promise. Dio, I’m sor-”

“Oh, honey,” George said, again engulfing Kimi in a tight embrace and letting his face rest in Kimi’s hair. “Nothing to be sorry for, love, nothing at all. It’s normal to get like this, especially after your first time. It’s intense, I know. Shh, shh…”

Kimi nuzzled against George and hugged him back with equal fervor. Though George couldn’t hear anything from Kimi besides his breathing, his slightly ragged breath suggested he was crying silently, if only a little. George held him through it, shushing and rocking and kissing him, content with the knowledge that these weren’t bad tears, and that Kimi felt safe and comfortable with him.

“You’re okay, right Kimi?” George asked when he noticed Kimi’s breathing had become more even. He half thought Kimi was asleep.

“Yeah,” Kimi said earnestly, turning a little and resting his chin on George’s chest to properly look up at the older man, the man he had just given everything to - his body, his innocence, his first time. He felt new. Different. “Perfectly okay.”

Kimi looked so pure, his big, trusting eyes seemingly boring into George’s soul, making the driver feel affectionate mixed with something more unwelcome. 

“Okay, just… wanted to be sure,” George started. “I- I know you’re young, and the first time’s always… Maybe someone your own age would’ve been more appropriate…”

Despire being the older, more experienced one, he felt insecure. Here was this amazing, sweet, brilliant boy, young and trusting, and much older George had bedded him. Oh, Kimi deserved better, deserved-

“Hey,” Kimi said, gently reaching out to gently rest a hand against George’s face. His hands were soft, uncalloused, the hands of a billionaire’s son who had never worked a day in his life. 

If it were up to George, Kimi would never need to work for anything. 

Kimi propped himself up a bit so he was looking down at George. Even in the hotel light, he looked like a Renaissance painter’s depiction of heaven, looking down at George with such naive, innocent trust as the hotel blanket pooled tantalizingly around his hips.

“I just had my first time, with a man who was gentle, and took care of me, and made sure I was comfortable though everything.”

Kimi’s hand went up to card through George’s hair. George thought he might die. And it would have been heavenly.

“A man that I’ve…” he trailed off. George got the feeling that what Kimi said next didn’t reach down to the true depths of his years-old feelings. “That I’ve wanted to have my first time with since I was fifteen and I first knew what a first time was. So no, no one would have been more appropriate, or fitting, or suited, or whatever.

Then, Kimi bent down and placed a kiss to the side of George’s neck. It was light and short, and George was so overwhelmed he had to flutter his eyes closed to take it in. All this time, he had fantasized about kissing Kimi and touching him and making him feel good, that to have Kimi offer George his affection felt like finally sinking his teeth into a fruit so forbidden George hadn’t dared to dream of it.

“I’m right where I want to be,” said Kimi, and the words sounded like the sweetest death sentence a man could get.

For the rest of the night, George willed himself to stay awake for as long as humanly possible. His phone rested on the bedside table with an alarm set to blare in a couple of hours, still in the dead of night. It broke George’s heart and almost drove him to tears to imagine Kimi waking up alone after his first time, but George needed to guarantee a walk of shame back to his room without anyone seeing, even any early riser who would be leaving at five or six to go on a morning run. Though, he doubted he’d be asleep when said alarm went off, as he wanted to lie awake and hold Kimi for as long as he could. He didn’t know if he’d ever get another opportunity to do this, didn’t know if he’d live long enough to once he inevitably got caught.

And get caught he would, he was sure of it. Kimi had put on a performance loud enough to be heard back in Italy - not that George had been the pinnacle of silence himself - let alone by their peers occupying the other rooms on this floor, surely. Logically, George knew, both during and after the act, that Kimi’s beautiful expressions of pleasure had doomed them both. But Kimi had made George’s previously mature, rational brain too fuzzy to focus on anything other than pleasing Kimi, and even now, he was still riding that high.

He knew tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow it would hit him: the full force of what he’d done, the innocence he’d corrupted, the trust he’d betrayed, the magnitude of how much pain he was in for when Toto inevitably tore him to pieces with his bare hands over what George had done to his little boy.

George kept waiting for the guilt to set in. For beloved Normal George to start kicking in and remind himself of what a wretched, predatory person he was, what he had taken from sweet Kimi, and how he was surely going to hell for this.

The nagging never came. It was a temporary armistice, he knew. He was still feeling all the happy, fluttery feelings that came from having the object of his desires warm in his arms, still carrying the glow from passionate lovemaking. Any thoughts about how wrong this was dissipated as quickly as they came, and George brushed them away with reminders that they were tomorrow’s problem.

He knew he’d be in for a mental beatdown tomorrow. The reminders of how vile he was had been constant and forceful when his problem was just looking at Kimi. Now that George had been inside him, had touched him all over, he’d be surprised if the self hatred he would surely wake up with tomorrow didn’t actually kill him.

That was tomorrow’s problem. For now, Kimi was breathing softly, small gusts of breath floating against George’s chest. He looked young as he rested, but George couldn’t even care, because Kimi also looked peaceful and sated and happy, and isn’t that all George wanted for him? If anything, he felt proud of Kimi’s state, that he had left Kimi feeling so satisfied and sleepy and cared for that he could drift off in George’s arms knowing he’d be kept safe there. It felt right.

For the first time in months, the voices in George’s head had nothing to say.