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You would think that having had Kimi as a teammate would have made Sebastian more prone to drinking, but that was simply wrong. Although he had been invited out for drinks many times by the fin, he rarely drank himself. Sure, he went with Kimi, but mostly just to be polite. He never actually ended up anything and usually the night always ended with Sebastian having to follow Kimi back to his hotel room. And sometimes when the fin had had a bit too much vodka, even for his liking, Sebastian would have to carry him back to the hotel. Kimi wasn't a heavy man, but he was always very fussy, when he was drunk, and he didn't like being carried. He was a big boy. He could walk himself. That's what he always told Sebastian, but he would always fall to the ground before he took the first step. But yeah, Sebastian wasn't used to getting drunk. He was used to help other drunk people though.
It had been a bad race. A bad day. A bad week. A bad month. A bad year. Oh hell, it had been a bad life. He should have won. Not Lewis. He had shouted at Lewis after the race, and he was now regretting it. Although Lewis got the win instead of him, it wasn't Lew's fault. It was the stewards' fault. It was the FIA's fault. He was sitting at the bar in the lobby of the hotel he was staying at for the weekend. He wanted to go home tonight, but the team hadn't scheduled a flight until the next morning, so he was stuck in Montreal with all the bad feelings washing over him. It was late, but he didn't know how late. He looked around for a clock, but he couldn't find any.
To hell with it, he thought and lifted the glass in the air before quickly pouring the content down his throat. He wasn't used to the feeling of his throat burning, but he ordered another drink nonetheless. The hours flew past and by the time he felt like he had had enough, more glasses than he could count was on the table in front of him. He payed for the drinks and stood up. He needed to find someone. Someone special. He needed to say how he felt.
He started walking to the elevator. His legs were heavier than usual and he was having a hard time walking in a straight line. But he managed to get to the elevator and press the button that would take him to his floor. The walls were mirrored and he could see his sleep derived face in his reflection. He looked like shit, but it made sense, since he also felt like shit. The elevator didn't stop until it reached his desired floor. The doors opened and the bright light from the hallway made him feel dizzy. It took him a few seconds to regain his thoughts, and he continued down the hallway to his room.
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There it was. His room. His heart started beating faster and his breathing became heavier, but he pulled himself together and knocked on the door. When the door was finally opened, he was met by a groggy and sleepy looking brit. Lewis seemed surprised seeing Sebastian standing in front of him.
"Do you want to come in or?" Lewis asked. Sebastian took a step closer to Lewis and embraced the brit in a big warm bear hug. But before he got the chance, he almost fell over the doorstep and instead of giving Lewis a hug, he fell upon him. Lewis however, caught him and they hugged awkwardly. Without Sebastian noticing, Lewis took in the scent of the german's hair. It was a thick smell but he was calmed down by it. With Sebastian still in his arms he moved backwards and closed the door behind them with his foot.
"You know I love you?" Sebastian said as he pulled away. "I have always loved you. That's why I got so mad after the race." His words was slurred and Lewis finally understood why he had come to his room in the middle of the night.
"You're drunk Sebastian."
"No"
"Yes, don't talk. We can talk in the morning. Do you need me to follow you to your room?"
"Lewis! I'm not drunk. I s-swear." Sebastian tried sounding as convincible as he could but Lewis wasn't having any of it.
"Alright. Then talk to me."
"I know you think that I'm just saying these things because I'm drunk, but that's not true. I'm saying them now, because I don't have the courage to say it when I'm drunk." He started as Lewis' eyes were planted on him, taking in every inch of him. "I love you Lewis. I always have. I need to tell you, and if you love me just the smallest bit back, I want to know. I want you. No. I need you. I can't focus when you're around and I always screw up my words when we're doing interviews together. I'm constantly making jokes to try and get you to laugh, or at least smile, because that smile of yours, is the most beautiful thing ever." Silence fell upon the room, and Lewis was shocked by Sebastian's words. He thought and thought and thought, but he couldn't find the words to explain to Sebastian how his words had made him feel, and how he felt overall.
Instead of opening his mouth to speak, he stepped closer to Sebastian, who was standing in front of him in the ill lit room. He placed his hands on Sebastian's hip and pulled him towards him and connected their lips. Sebastian's mouth tasted like alcohol, but Lewis didn't mind, he just kissed him, and Sebastian kissed him back. Sebastian placed his hands on Lewis' face to cup his cheeks, and Lewis' hands went up and down Sebastian's body as they depended the kiss.
Lewis squeezed Sebastian butt, and it caused the german to gasp, opening his mouth, and Lewis took the opportunity to glide his tongue into Sebastian's mouth. Their tongues were dancing with passion and they became desperate. Sebastian walked forwards, making Lewis walk backwards. His back hit the wall and Sebastian pressed his body up against him in the need for contact and friction. Teeth were clashing and their hands were all over each other. Lewis's hands were headed towards the hem of Sebastian's shirt. He grabbed it and pulled the material over his head, revealing Sebastian's toned chest and abdomen. His pale skin was glistening in the light and the dark trail of hair above his pants, made Lewis' mouth water at the sight. Sebastian took off Lewis' shirt as well and his dark complexion made them look like polar opposites. The tattoos on his chest were the sexiest thing he had ever seen and he felt the urge to bite them to make Lewis gasp and scream out his name. That't all he wanted.
Before Sebastian tried to drag Lewis along with him towards the bed, Lewis opened his mouth to speak.
