Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

4. The Flight

A/N: so covid doesn't exist in this story. Therefore Seb will be driving in Bahrain. Just heard from Aston Martin that he still hasn't returned a negative test, so looking like another Seb free weekend. 😭 Still, the main thing is he's recovering. ♥️

Seb slipped his sunglasses on as he got out of his company car at Heathrow airport on the Wednesday morning before the first race of the season. He'd spent a couple of days in the U.K. on the simulator and was now about to fly back to Bahrain for the first race weekend of the season.

Testing had gone quite well there the previous week, as it had in Barcelona in February. The car wasn't going to be challenging for the championship this year, but it wasn't too bad at all. A lot better than last season for sure (😭 artistic license. I can dream).

He grabbed his suitcase out of the boot, slung his backpack on and began the trek across the car park. He smiled as he thought about seeing Libby again. It had been nearly five weeks since their last meeting. He'd not been able to get her out of his mind. He needed to fuck her so badly. He was getting frustrated with jerking off while thinking about her. He wanted the real thing.

He looked at his watch. He was pushing it for time as usual. That's what happened when he didn't have Britta or Antti around to hurry him up. They'd both stayed in Bahrain while he was in the U.K.

He quickened his pace. He didn't want to miss the flight. Lawrence and Mike would get pissed off with him, and if he was late arriving in Bahrain he'd have less time to spend with Libby. He wondered if she'd been thinking about him too.

He checked in and headed to the first class departure lounge. He saw a few familiar faces, the Alpine drivers Alonso and Ocon, Otmar Szafnauer, his old team principal.

He sank down into a comfy chair and took his phone out. He logged into the Instagram account he'd set up in a fake name and brought up Libby's profile, which he'd made a point of finding.

She'd posted a new photo that morning. Damn, that girl was hot! He noticed she'd had a haircut. Her waist length hair now came to just below her shoulders. Still long enough to grab hold of while he fucked her from behind.... He felt his dick twitching. He adjusted his position and tried to think of anything apart from fucking Libby. He read the caption below the photo.

Bahrain bound. First F1 weekend, here I come! 🏎 🏁 💨

He recognised the background in the photo. It was the airport. Looking at the time she posted it he began to realise there was a very big chance that she was on the same flight as he was. Would she be in First Class? He supposed that depended on whether Mike was on this flight or not. If he was then she'd possibly be in first class with him.

He looked around the lounge trying to see if he could spot either her or Mike, but he couldn't see them anywhere. He shrugged and began scrolling through her photos, feeling a bit like a crazy stalker.

She didn't post an awful lot on there so he soon found himself looking at photos that were a couple of years old. He froze as he saw a photo of her kissing a dark haired man. There were lots of photos of her and the same man. They were kissing in most of them. Then after June 2020 they'd stopped.

That must have been the relationship she'd referred to. He wondered what had happened.

The call went out for the flight to board. He locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. Standing up, he grabbed his backpack and made his way to the gate.

***

Libby followed Mike through the gate. They'd only just made it on time after Mike's car had suffered a puncture on the way down. As they were shown into first class Libby was pleased to see a familiar looking face.