Like That (prompt 43) Title: Like That Fandom:F1 Characters/Pairing: Kimi/Fernando Rating: R Challenge/Prompt: #43 - appetites Summary: It doesn't count when you're drunk.
Fernando's not sure whose room they're in but, he notes, this is a damn big bed they're perched on the end of.
Kimi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then takes another long swig of vodka.
"It'll be good," he says, with characteristic understatement. "You'll like it."
He passes the bottle to Fernando and then stands up, wobbling slightly before he steadies himself. Fernando has a sip of vodka, his throat numb to the burn. He can't remember how much he's had to drink, but he's pretty sure it's not enough.
Kimi fumbles with the buttons on his jeans, then pulls them down with a flourish, raising his arms in a surreal victory salute. He's wearing black boxer briefs, and Fernando can clearly see the half-hard outline of his cock. Impressive, he thinks.
"You should take your shirt off, too," Fernando gestures with the bottle.
"Oh yeah," says Kimi, "of course." He drags the red tshirt over his head, swinging it around a few times before tossing it on the floor.
Fernando merely observes. "Are all Finns this strange?" he asks.
"Some." Kimi shrugs. "But I like to think I'm special."
"You're definitely special," Fernando says, placing the vodka carefully on the floor and then laying back on the bed with a sigh. He's tired.
Kimi shuffles forward ungracefully, his jeans still around his ankles, and belly flops down beside Fernando. "I'm super special," he says, giggling loudly. "Soooooper special!"
Fernando laughs, despite himself, and Kimi wriggles closer. "Special," he says again, and then his tongue is in Fernando's mouth and Fernando's hands are in his hair, and Kimi's right, Fernando thinks.