Formula 1 One Shots

Chapter 3: Stranger (Sebastian/Kimi) Part 3/4

I had a request to give some insight in Kimi's background, so that's why I decided to write an extra chapter to adress this :)
I hope you'll like it!  

With each time their eyes connected it became more intense. The eyes of the stranger seemed to tell a story, although Seb could see that it wasn't all about sunshine and rainbows. A certain sadness and pain was visible hiding behind the stoic expression and it made Seb wonder what had caused those emotions to be embedded in his eyes. It made him want to know more about the stranger, he didn't want him to be a stranger any longer. The hunger that was also visible in those eyes reflected what he was radiating himself. The attraction only grew larger the longer he was captivated by the nonchalant half smile that curved the stranger's lips in the smallest way possible and the way his eyes seemed to sparkle darkly despite his attempts to keep his emotions hidden from the world.

His thoughts seemed to have a mind of their own and that caused his eyes to wander to other parts of the strangers body more than once. He could now finally see what the tattoos on his arms were, a tribal on his right wrist and on his left arm a word that he couldn't read from this angle. He fantasised about exploring that delicate looking skin with his fingertips and listen to the stranger explaining the tattoos to him. It made him also curious to what was hidden beneath that shirt he was wearing, because maybe there would be more tattoos hidden underneath it. In any case, he expected the same soft porcelain white skin as the rest of his body, but he imagined it being a lot more muscular. Another twitch in his stomach approved of that thought and he couldn't think of how gorgeous and hot he would be looking without his shirt on. Damn it, he was losing control of himself. For God's sake, he was fantasising about a complete stranger while that stranger was still looking at him.

It also seemed that it hadn't really gone unnoticed, as the stranger was smirking and then subtly winked before turning around and accepting another Vodka from the barman. Fuck, although it also somehow massively turned him on, because it didn't seem like the stranger minded Seb so obviously checking him out. The fact that he now had the perfect view of the back of the stranger didn't help in the slightest as his eyes were immediately drawn to the perfectly shaped butt of the stranger. He was leaning his arms on the bar and thereby causing his behind to sticking out a bit further than normal and so providing the best view possible for Seb. He swallowed with difficulty and his heart was now beating painfully fast, while he tried to ignore the urge to just walk over there and put his hands on the stranger's body. His cheeks were hot and he felt flustered, he didn't understand how the stranger could look so unbothered while he looked like a mess. He caught the stranger's eyes again and a mischievous smile told him that he was totally doing this on purpose, he was playing with him.

'Do you want something else to drink?' Daniel was now standing next to Seb.

The connection between Seb and the stranger was broken and Seb sighed in frustration, damn Daniel and his timing. 'No, I'm fine,' he answered and tried not to be frustrated with his friend, he hadn't known what was going on.

'Your loss mate,' Daniel grinned when he spotted Seb's attention already switching to something else and the light reflecting his white teeth made his smile look even broader

Seb didn't know if Daniel meant the drink or something else, but the knowing smirk now appearing on the Australian's face kind of gave him an impression. He then felt a sudden urge to pee and took that as an opportunity to escape everything for a moment.

All his senses were triggered and he felt his hands were still shaking when he stood in the small space of the bathroom. When he had emptied his bladder he looked at his reflection in the mirror and was surprised that he still looked normal. He didn't know what exactly he had expected, but for a moment he thought he saw a flash of pale blue in the mirror, instead of the dark blue from his own eyes. It was clear that something was messing with his mind and he shook his head while he grabbed the sides of the sink to get a grip on himself again. After a few minutes he finally felt in control again and with another swift look in the mirror made his way back to the source of very out of tune music.