F1 One Shots Based On Songs

Black and White - Simi

Song for this chapter: Black and White - Niall Horan

Sebastian Vettel leaned against the doorframe of Kimi Räikkönen's house, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wood. The cool evening breeze swept across the porch, making the leaves rustle in the quiet of the night. Kimi was fumbling with his keys, his usual stoic expression barely shifting as he struggled to unlock the door. Sebastian chuckled softly, watching the man he loved with an affection that had only deepened over the years.

"Need help?" Sebastian teased, his voice low, the warmth of the night sinking into him.

Kimi glanced at him briefly, his lips twitching in the faintest of smiles. "No," he muttered, finally finding the right key and slipping it into the lock. The door clicked open, and Kimi turned to face him, his eyes meeting Sebastian's with a quiet intensity. There was something in the air, something that had been building between them since the moment they stepped off the plane.

Without thinking, Sebastian closed the distance between them, his hand reaching up to cup Kimi's face as he pressed his lips to Kimi's in a slow, lingering kiss. It was a familiar dance, one they had perfected over the years. Kimi's hand found Sebastian's waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, the night wrapping around them like a soft blanket.

When they finally broke apart, Kimi's breath was warm against Sebastian's skin. He didn't say anything, just looked at Sebastian with that same unreadable expression he always wore. But Sebastian knew better. He could see the affection, the trust, the love that Kimi rarely put into words.

"Do you want to come inside?" Kimi asked, his voice gruff but soft at the edges.

Sebastian smiled. "Yeah," he whispered, slipping his hand into Kimi's and following him inside. They didn't want the night to end. Not yet.

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The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows across the walls. Kimi poured them both a drink—whiskey for him, wine for Sebastian—and they settled onto the couch, the silence between them comfortable, filled with the quiet intimacy of years spent together.

Sebastian took a sip of his wine, glancing at Kimi from the corner of his eye. He looked at home here, in this space they had built together. It hadn't always been easy—there had been fights, moments of doubt, times when they had almost walked away. But somehow, they had made it through, stronger than ever.

As they sat there, sharing stories about races, about life, about the moments that had shaped them, Sebastian couldn't help but think about the future. The vision of it had been with him for years now, quietly building in his mind.

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Now, years later, they sat here together, comfortable and content, sharing drinks and stories like they had done so many times before. But the warmth in Sebastian's chest never faded—it only grew stronger.

"You're quiet tonight," Kimi said, sitting beside him and sipping from his own glass. His gaze was steady, but there was a softness there that only Sebastian got to see.

Sebastian smiled, leaning back into the couch and looking over at Kimi, his heart swelling with affection. "Just thinking," he said.

Kimi raised an eyebrow. "About?"

"Us," Sebastian replied, his voice gentle. "About how we ended up here. How lucky I am."

Kimi snorted, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Luck had nothing to do with it. You practically forced me to love you."

Sebastian laughed, a soft, warm sound that filled the room. "Maybe. But you didn't exactly put up much of a fight."

Kimi smirked, his hand resting on Sebastian's knee, the touch casual but filled with meaning. "You know me. I don't fight unless it's worth it."