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First Kiss (Race 11)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (2k words, kinda nsfw) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I like this one and IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE}

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Fernando entered the paddock with Giancarlo, a comfortable silence between the two before they began signing whatever fans pushed their way, asking how the two felt about today, asking if they felt they were going to perform better this week.

Lance was in the middle of an interview, his eyes wandering to Fernando as he answered the questions, the man behind the camera was quick to notice how distracted the driver was, following his eyes to the world champion

"Well, that's enough. Thank you, Lance"

Lance looked back at the interviewer, nodding as he thanked him before beginning to walk towards the Spaniard

"Your boy is coming over" Giancarlo spoke, nodding over to Lance's direction

"My boy?" Fernando questioned, looking at Lance and smiling before turning back to his teammate

"Are you two not..?" He sounded surprised "I figured you two were together."

"We- huh?" Fernando laughed nervously, shaking his head at the assumption "No, we- we are friends"

"Sure" The man said sarcastically, patting the Spaniards back before leaving his side to go to the garage, Lance finally reaching him

Fernando watched him leave, a strange feeling in his throat as he thought about what he said, his boy?

"Nando, hola" Lance said cheerfully, a bright smile on his face as his arm fell over the mans shoulders

"Hola, Lancito, how are you?" He asked as if they weren't texting that morning, Fernando too busy in his phone to realize Giancarlo had been speaking to him.

"I'm good" Lance nodded, looking at Fernando as he spoke, the Spaniards hair already beginning to grow back out "Gonna get on the podium this time?"

Fernando smiled, eyes slipping down Lance's face to his lips as his teammates words ran through the back of his head "Only if you are on it with me, mi sol" He said as he elbowed the boy, too absorbed in their conversation to think about how they were standing in the middle of a walkway, blocking peoples path.

"I'll be on that top step, get ready to look up to me, Nando"

"Am always ready to look up at you, Lancito" The world champion shook his head, attention leaving Lance as he heard the boys engineer calling for him, watching as he quickly excused himself and disappeared into the white and pink garage.

Quali was stressful, Nico and Lance qualified 9th and 11th respectfully, both fairly close to the points. Once they made their way back to the garage the team began discussing strategies for tomorrows race, everyone desperate for points, even if one of them just barely brought 1 the team would be overjoyed, it had been so long since the team scored anything that the thought of double points seemed like a fantasy.

Lance wanted to get points for his team, wanted to do well, wanted to make them proud but as the season progressed and he began doing worse and worse he realized he was slowly losing faith.

Despite the realization the rookies both promised to try their hardest, wanting nothing more than to both bring home points for another race.

Lance hadn't seen Fernando since before quali, he had embarrassingly enough stayed back later to see if maybe he'd come to look for him but he hadn't.

He gathered his things, most of the team having already left for the night, then he left the garage.

"Lancito" He heard a voice from the Renault garage, eyebrows raising at the name, having not expected to hear it again that night

Lance was quick to turn back to the yellow and blue garage, shocked look quickly turning to adoration as he saw the man sitting by his car, quickly motioning for the Canadian to come over

"Am I even allowed in here?" Lance laughed as he headed towards the Spaniard, not caring if he was or not

"Is just us, no?" Fernando smiled, looking around as if he wasn't already aware everyone had left "Am sorry I didn't see you sooner, was so busy after today"

"It's okay, Nando" The rookie smiled, taking a seat on the floor next to Fernando "So this is your championship winning car?" Lance turned his head, looking at Fernando before reaching out and tapping the car

"Have not won the championship with this car, mi sol"

"You will, Nando" Lance said plainly, leaning forward to lay his head on the livery

Fernando smiled slightly, thinking about how pretty Lance looked next to blue and yellow, his eyes slightly lidded as he smiled against the carbon fiber. He looked good leaned up against it, hair messily laying on the yellow as his fingers trailed along the blue.

As his eyes wandered so did his mind, the image of Lance bent over progressing into Fernando holding him down as he fucked him on top of the car, the rookie whining sweetly at the new feeling and gripping tightly onto the edge of the livery. He could picture the boys moans, how he breathes out his name and begs for more. He felt dirty for the thought, dirty for thinking of Lance that way because he was so young but he couldn't help it, he craved him.

"Nando?" He spoke up, turning to face Fernando, now sitting up straight

"Hm? Sorry, mi sol, I got distracted" Fernando hummed, biting his lip slightly as he was snapped back to reality, trying his best to imagine Lance doing anything else.

"What hotel do they have you staying at?"

"Le paddock" He answered, glad Lance started a conversation, he desperately needed to get his mind off of the fantasy.

Lance groaned, eyes rolling at the realization that Fernando had a hotel so close to the circuit "Lucky ass"

"Is yours far? You know you are always welcome in my room, Lancito." He offered, well aware at Lance's lack of a car (and license) at this point

"Could I? I sorta missed my ride hoping you'd come talk to me"

"Ay, Lancito, why would you do that?" Fernando laughed, pushing himself up and holding a hand out to the boy, not able to stop himself from licking his lips at the sight of the Canadian sitting below him "C'mon, am tired"

Lance nidded, grabbing onto Fernando for support as he stood up, a bright smile on his face as they left the paddock together, the dim light of the moon on their skin being practically the only light as they found the Spaniards car.

"Ladies first" Fernando teased, opening the door for the Racing Point deiver

"Thank you, el viejo" Lance smiled as he got into the car, giggling at the sight of Fernandos face after being called an old man

"Maybe I should force you to walk back, eh?" He said as he got into the drivers side, starting the car as he looked at Lance, pretending to consider the idea

"Yeah, yeah, let's just go to our room" Lance waved his hand, leaning back into the seat

"Buckle up and we will"

"Come on, it's not far, I'll be fine" The Spaniard rolled his eyes, leaning over to buckle up the boy, looking down as it clicked before making eye contact with Lance, faces centimeters apart "Safety first, mi sol"

Lance swallowed dryly, nodding as the man went back into his seat, buckling up and leaving the parking lot. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, unsure why his body was reacting this way, all Fernando did was buckle is seatbelt for gods sake.

The two got to the paddock together the next morning, Lance having woken up just minutes before they had to leave. The Spaniard thought he looked so peaceful asleep in his white sheets it would be cruel to wake him up as early as he was going to.

Lance yawned, stumbling slightly as he closed his eyes, wearing a pair of Fernandos sweatpants and a team t-shirt

"Sleepy?" Fernando spoke, moving an arm to Lance's side as they walked, worried the boy would fall

"Nuh uh" He mumbled "Wide awake"

The man smiled, shaking his head at the obvious lie. He made sure to walk Lance to the Racing Point garage before turning back to go to his, Lance still on his mind after he'd long left his sight.

They lined up on the grid, Lance finally awake as he thought over the strategy again, knowing Nico was on a similar one, the teams main goal was to get the two into the points.

He raised his eyes to the lights ahead as they turned on one by one, foot hovering over the throttle, not blinking as they went off, pressing hard as he made it his goal to overtake Coulthard straight away, which he did.

Ten laps passed with no progress from Lance although Nico had passed De La Rosa with ease and was now in 8th.

Lance was now coming closer to De La Rosa, determined to overtake him like his teammate did. He was stuck behind for two more miserable laps before being able to push past, Nico overtaking Fisichella soon after.

"How's my pace, Brad?" Lance asked, the two good overtakes fueling his ego, he was confident, really confident in the strategy.

"You're doing spectacular Lance, you're faster than Fisichella, you'll be able to pass within 5 laps."

Lance hummed a response, waiting impatiently for an opprotunity to come to him.

He got a chance three laps later, hungrily taking it as well as 8th place, he could see Nico ahead of him, the pink livery hard to miss.

"What place is Giancarlo in?" Fernando asked, still maintaining second

"He was just passed by both Racing Points, now in 9th."

"Both?" Fernando echoed, knowing that meant Lance had fought his way into the points (so had Nico but Fernando didn't care about his result nearly as much)

"Yes. Now focus, Fernando."

Lance could hear his heart in his ears as he zoomed by the chequered flag, hearing an excuted voice on the other side of his radio

"THAT'S 8TH LANCE. 8TH. P8."

He'd almost forgot that he wasn't in 11th anymore, now processing that him and Nico managed to do it, managed to get points for the team for the first time since the European Grand Prix

"FUCK, BRAD. THANK YOU, SO MUCH, GOD I LOVE YOU" He laughed, hands hitting his steering wheel as he entered back into the pit lane, Nico close ahead

"BUBU" Nico called as he stepped from the car, Lance wasn't sure where the name came from but Nico had promised it didn't mean anything bad, Lance just "looked like a bubu"

"NICO, WE DID IT, MATE" The two were shouting, harshly pulling eachother into a hug as they started jumping, their team quick to join in on the clebration

By the time everyone calmed down Lance was practically panting, so out of breath from the screaming that he hadn't noticed the podium celebrations had ended.

Fernando went to Lance first, speeding past his own garage to pull Lance into his arms in Racing Points

"DE PUTA MADRE!" He exclaimed, Lance laughing at the Spaniards enthusiasm "Ay, Lancito, you are brilliant, brilliant, so amazing, mi sol"

Lance beamed, eyes twinkling as he hugged Fernando tightly "You did good, Nando, I wish I could've seen you on the podium again"

"You always have next week" He hummed, lips close to the boys ears as he spoke

Lance pulled back, hands on Fernandos shoulders as he shook him, obviously excited about the point he scored, Fernandos cheeks hurt with how big he was smiling, insanely happy for the boy, more happy for him than he was for himself. "Next, let's get you on those steps with me, eh?"

Lance smiled, nodding before pulling Fernando into another hug, a perfect way to end the week.

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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months

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Table

[Sequel to Sock, because a lot of you asked. :)]

After taking a shower and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, John went to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast for both of them.

It was Christmas. Sherlock had woken up before him, as usual, and he was out for a walk now.

John was making a fry-up today. Sherlock liked it. They usually didn't make anything other than some toasts, but John wanted to do something special that day. Christmas was not the only reason for that.

The main reason was last night.

John smiled to himself as took out some beans from the fridge.

He had barely slept for the rest of the night after having read Sherlock's note in that sock. He had kept tossing and turning the whole time, thinking about how he would possibly navigate through this situation.

Sherlock had wished for John that Christmas. The thought was overwhelming. Unbelievable. The socks were still hanging above the fireplace.

John was grinning now, as he kept a pot of tea on the stove. Earl Grey. He just had to bring it up somehow, over breakfast. But he also did not want to scare Sherlock away.

John pursed his lips as he contemplated all the possibilities of their upcoming, completely unavoidable conversation.

John heard Sherlock's footsteps on the stairs. He quickly grabbed two mugs and poured some tea in both of them.

"Oh, you're making breakfast. Should I help?" asked Sherlock.

"No, it's fine. I'm almost done."

John turned around to take in the sight of this man again. The man he had fallen for. And somehow, the same man who had fallen for him.

Sherlock was taking off his coat, and John figured he should help him do that. Yes. That was how he was going to make his way to The Talk. Small, casual touches here and there. Nothing too much.

John took long strides to approach Sherlock and began to help him with his coat. Sherlock raised his eyebrows but remained silent and stood still as John helped him out of that garment.

John went to the kitchen again to get the whole breakfast arranged properly.

"Let me help," Sherlock said.

"Grab the plates then. I'll join you."

Sherlock arranged the kitchen table by placing a pair of plates and glasses. A few minutes later, John brought the dish and served everything on both the plates. He set the container aside and they both sat down on the table.

John had made a point to sit beside Sherlock today, instead of across from him like he usually did. They began to eat in silence.

"Mm. This is delicious," said Sherlock.

John took a deep breath and decided to cut to the chase. "I see, you ended up hanging your sock last night," he said, feigning non-chalance.

Sherlock began to cough in the middle of eating. John reached for Sherlock's back and ran his hand along it to try to soothe him.

Sherlock poured some water for himself and drank some of it. He cleared his throat. "So, you noticed."

" ’Course I did. I'm not even that ignorant." John smirked.

"Never said you were. It's just that... I didn't see any harm doing something with you. Even if it's stupid."

John smiled into his tea.

"Everyone knows that their wishes aren't really going to come true."

John placed his mug back on the table and furrowed his brows as he turned to look at Sherlock. "Sometimes, they just might," he said and gazed at Sherlock in the eye.

They had locked eyes with each other for a few seconds.

"Don't be an idiot," he said and broke the eye contact before turning to stare at his plate. "That's just false hope you're talking about. The whole world relies on that. Nobody stops to just think."

John hadn't taken his eyes off Sherlock. "I love you."

Sherlock looked up at John again with his mouth parted. The intensity in his eyes took John's breath away.

"I've been meaning to say this for a long time. Even before you went away after your staged suicide." John placed his hand on Sherlock's forearm, who was stunned.

"I've felt this way about you since the start. I just... couldn't find a way to say it. So, I'm saying it again, now: I'm in love with you."

Sherlock blinked rapidly and swallowed. "Are you really?"

John nodded. He had stopped eating.

Sherlock dropped his silverware on the plate and pulled John close to wrap his arms around John's waist.

John sighed in relief as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's back. He pressed Sherlock close against his chest. Sherlock had buried his face in John's neck.

"I love you too. And that's exactly what I'd wished for in my note."

John felt Sherlock smile against his neck.

"I... I knew about it, actually," said John and cleared his throat. "I'd looked into your note last night," he continued sheepishly. "I know I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway. Curiosity got the better of me, I think."

"So, that's why it took you so long to go back to your room after midnight." Sherlock chuckled.

John was running his hand over Sherlock's back again. "You saw me?"

"I didn't sleep much. So, I figured you might be thirsty, which is why you went to the kitchen. But going back upstairs took you long enough." Sherlock's voice made a lot of vibrations against John's chest, making him shiver.

"Yeah, I guess it did. I'm sorry."

Sherlock pulled away a bit and held John's face in his hands delicately. "Don't be. This conversation wouldn't have happened if you hadn't looked into the note."

Without another word, John pressed his lips against Sherlock's.

Sherlock sighed and placed his hand on John's nape, as they opened their mouths to deepen the kiss.

They kept kissing each other for quite some time, unable to let go, unable to believe this was really happening.

John was being rather desperate with his kisses.

They pulled away after a bit, but continued to hold each other in their arms.

Sherlock touched his forehead with John's. "Merry Christmas, John."

"Merry Christmas, Sherlock," John breathed with his eyes closed.

"I may start to believe that Santa is real."

John laughed and pulled Sherlock close to kiss him again.

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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily

Prompt: Table.

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