betwixt - 9.5k, lewis hamilton/hanna prater/sebastian vettel
one of my @f1ot3fest fics! taking these three from an established 'seb is hanna's at home and lewis's on the road' dynamic to something else, via sebastian being annoying as hell. i loved writing this SO much!
Lying on the bed, Lewis curled around the long line of his body, he rubs circles with his thumb over Lewisâs shoulder. âWe should call Hanna,â he says. Lewis lifts his head slightly.
âWeâre naked.â
âSo?âÂ
Lewis sits up, eyeing him suspiciously. âSo, Iâm naked.â
Seb rolls his eyes just the right amount to irritate. âWell, Iâm sure she wouldnât mind. Look at you - gorgeous.â
He says it just because he knows, for all his confidence, sometimes Lewis doesnât quite believe itâs true. He says it just because the way Lewis dips his head, pleased, lights a fire in his stomach.
âI - she might not want -â
Before Lewis can protest further, he grabs his phone. They donât do this often: not so obviously post-coital, anyway, shining with sweat and endorphins. A few times, in the early days: Hanna would tease Seb, shivery and satisfied, and Lewis would grin, bashful and grateful and sweet. He supposes Lewis is less of a novelty, now: just a part of their routine. Seb feels warm at the thought.
Lewis doesnât stop him pressing the 'call' button: he settles back into Sebâs side, pulling the sheet up a little, messing with a twist thatâs hanging over his face.
âHey - oh, hello!â Hanna is the most satisfying shade of pink. Sheâs staring at Lewis, at the shine of his skin. Seb canât blame her: he looks the most gorgeous like this. Heâs always felt it was a shame that there werenât billboards of him, TV advertisements, posters on metro lines.Â
Lewis grins nervously. âHi, Hanna.â Seb snorts gently at the pitched-up tone of Lewisâs voice, knocks his shoulder in Lewisâs reassuringly.Â
âWell done for today, Lewis. You were amazing.â Hanna says it so sincerely that it steals Sebâs next breath: sheâs smiling, encouraging, at the man who has just folded her husband in half, and she means it. To stop himself from re-proposing through the video call or suggesting they all run away to Lewisâs home in Colorado forever, he says, waspish: âAnd me?â
âWell, you didnât even get any points, â Hanna says, sternly. âBring me home some silverware and Iâll be nicer.â
(also, a big thank you to @sionisjaune for organising ot3fest!!! i love when people do fun things together in fandom! i am so excited to read everyone's entries!)