F1 Driver X Driver

Cup - Yuki x Pierre

Yuki glared up at the cupboard, then down at his legs.
Scrunching up his face in disgust, he glared at his small feet. They were so inconvenient.

All he wanted was a cup, he was so thirsty after a long workout. Was that too much to ask for?
Shifting his gaze back up at the closed cupboard Yuki felt like it was laughing at him.
"Shut up." He grumbled, folding his arms as a shield from his silent attacker. Why were the cups up there anyway? Yuki was small, everyone knows that. Yuki glowered up at the cupboard as if it were about to come to life and tell him.

He stared in silence for a while until a name popped into his head, steam coming out of his ears once he remembered. Now grinding his teeth together Yuki swore this was the last time he let Pierre set up the kitchen. God knows he did it on purpose.
Glaring at the cupboard and now swearing at his teammate Yuki sighed.

It was all too much effort. He wanted to go to bed.

But he needed water bad. Sighing loudly again Yuki slowly shuffled towards the counter, resting his hand's palm down on the cool marble. He took a deep breath, praying no one was about to witness this. Glancing over his shoulder and around the room for final confirmation, Yuki set to work on his death-defying task.

"Okay Yuki, you can do this." He mumbled to himself, closing his eyes for a moment. Then mustering all his energy left Yuki jumped up, swinging his leg with him. He managed to get his left leg up on the countertop, but his other was left dangling in the air, his abbs and arms stinging from keeping himself up.

"Shit." He groaned. Now he was stuck.

Since when were the counters so high?

With a loud grunt of effort, he pulled his other leg up and onto the counter, banging his shin on the edge.

After a long string of profanities, Yuki managed to sit back on his calves. Tilting his head back to look up at the cupboards above he groaned loudly.
Here came the tricky bit.
Yuki had to stand up, open the cupboard and not fall backwards. He knew it was hard because he'd fallen before.
It was not a pretty sight.

So, very, very slowly Yuki began to stand, his legs shaking slightly as he lifted upwards.

"Okay, good. Now the hard part." He said as he reached forward, gently pulling the cupboard door open, stepping aside so he didn't get hit by the door. His eyes lit up with joy as he came face to face with the large array of cups. Yuki reached forward, maybe with a little too much enthusiasm. He grabbed a cup, but leant forward too quickly, putting himself off balance.

"Whoa!" He yelped, as he felt himself toppling backwards. Yuki felt his stomach drop as his feet lost contact with the bench top. For a brief moment he had that falling feeling, but for real, as he fell backwards through the air.

Yuki tensed, waiting for the impact of the hard kitchen floor, but it never came.

"Holy shit Yuki! What are you doing?" A gruff French accent cried in Yuki's ear, a strong arms wrapped around Yuki's little body, catching him mid-fall.

"Huh?" Yuki blinked his eyes open, not realising he'd closed them, and found Pierre's face centimetres away from his.
"You don't have to literally fall for me Yuki," Pierre grunted as he set Yuki down on the ground, keeping his hands planted on his shoulders.
Yuki felt his cheeks grow hot as Pierre brushed him down, warmth radiating from his touch. As he watched, Yuki noticed Pierre looked hot and sweaty, just getting back from the gym he suspected.

"What were you doing?" Pierre said, raising his brow once he'd finished checking Yuki for injuries.

Yuki blinked, pulling himself from Pierre's eyes and regaining focus.

"Oh, um. Cup." He said, lifting the glass in his hand. Pierre stared silently at the cup, then at Yuki, then back at the cup.

"You almost broke your neck, for a cup," Pierre said, very unimpressed.

"Yes?" Yuki mumbled shyly, shrugging his shoulders innocently.
"Jesus Yuki. You can't be doing these things. They aren't safe. You must be careful." Pierre said sternly, shaking Yuki lightly by the shoulders.

"Well, how else will I get a cup? It's not my fault you put them up so high." Yuki snapped back, pouting up at the taller man.

Pierre sighed, taking his hands off Yuki's shoulders.
"Next time just ask for help. No circus tricks in the kitchen please."

"Well, what do I do when I'm alone? Like just now?" Yuki fought back again.
"I don't know, but at least call me so I can catch you when you fall," Pierre said, his lips tugging at the corners.

Yuki blushed, quickly looking away from Pierre and focusing on the glass in his hand as a small smile began to spread on his face.

"Um, okay. I will." He mumbled, turning away from Pierre to focus on the sink.
"Good," Pierre said quietly.
He watched as Yuki filled his cup slowly, his eyes trailing over the small man's features, slowly moving towards him.

Yuki was just bringing the glass to his lips when Pierre's arms wrapped around his waist making him jump.

"I don't know what I would do without you if you were to fall," Pierre mumbled against the nape of Yuki's neck, the vibrations sending shock waves through Yuki's little body. Yuki smiled shyly, leaning back into the embrace.

"Well, you have to always be around to get my cups then," Yuki whispered, feeling like his usual volume would ruin the moment.

Pierre chuckled against Yuki's skin, sending more shivers down his spine.
"Deal." Pierre grinned, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck.

"Shower?" He said after a while.

"Please." Yuki squeaked back, tearing from Pierre's arms and rushing off to the bathroom, leaving Pierre in the kitchen smiling after him.