Youngest to make a fastest lap.
Andrea had a lot of nicknames, but he feared how people would have reacted to another one "the first current driver openly gay".
So he faked, he had a relationsip, secret one, with a man he loves, but in front of everyone else he was just a single driver.
It's his rookie season and still he is on the podium, as winner of the Italian GP, as winner of Monza. He's the first italian since years to win there , he sees all the Ferrari tifosi in front of him but today, he won. As soon as he stepped down from the podium all his friends, family members and team members started partying.
He partied, but never truly. After a bit he returned to his hotel, it was barely evening and he was already pretty drunk. He changed himself, a white shirt and some pants, he went towards the bathroom, no way he was going to celebrate with a bad smell, so he looked for a parfume, but why there isn't his? He wears an Armani but he cant find it, in the baggage there is just... Calvin Klein, not his Calvin Klein, but he puts it, and immediatly regrets it.
The smell of Oliver goes everywhere, his boyfriend, his soulmate who texted him after the race, after all the congratulations, "i miss you" and damn, Kimi misses him too. Hes drunk, probably too drunk for having free will, and yet he does, so he calls Max. Max Verstappen. The next morning he will be very embarrassed."...Max?"And the dutch answers at the phone, Kimi could cry in this moment hes too emotional. "Max yeah its Kimi ehm...do you need your jet? i know its pretty late but...oh youre not here anymore, oh yes the baby you have priorities, could you... daje, yeah really, what airport? ok" If this looks messy its beacuse it was... a lot.
So Kimi takes his car, drunk, and in a pretty emotional mental state, and thank to Max, who thank god doesnt make a lot of questions, in less than an hour hes on a private flight to London.
He has 2 hours of relax but his drunk mind decides that Kimi is a good driver, who wants to make the PR's life easier. So he makes the post of the race thanking everyone, that is not a problem, the problem is that he is drunk and madly in love so after all the aestetich photos of the podium, the car and the trophy there is the screenshot of the lovely chats between him and his british lover man.
He arrives in front of Oliver's house,a little flat, in front of Oxford, he knocks, and in front of him arrives Oliver Bearman, english literature student at Oxford, and boyfriend. Oliver doesnt ask, he doesnt need to, they enter and go directly towards the bedroom.
They stay there, hugged, only them.
"Andy?" Ollie is comfy with his favourite italian wrapped on top fo him.
"You told everyone, not that I am bothered"
Kimi raises his head "Ollie?"
"Could you come with me? Next GP?"
Kimi hugs Ollie as if he was a teddy bear hes so ready to sleep. But a sudden gasp from the aforementioned teddy bear wakes him up.
"i dont have suitable clothes"
"we will deal with that later now please please i need my human pillow to hug me"
"whatever you command amore"
"ill get you to armani, and gucci and zara and stradivarius, also in all the little unknown vintage shops"
Kimi was full of anxiety, of course he was, i mean, the love of his life was going to enter in the paddock for the first time, as the first HAB and he couldnt even be there, he had a stupid meeting.
After his post he had to do 12 hours of PR meetings, Toto wasn't very bothered but he wanted him to be prepared. In less than a hour the fans had discovered Ollie's ig and now he had more than 500 k followers.
As soon as the meeting ended he ran out of the motor home, towards the entrance of the paddock, but suddenly he freezes.
His boyfriend had just scanned his pass and entered, and he looked perfect. The photographers recognized him immediatly but he seemd comfortable, Kimi recognized some of the clothes he had bought for him and also the watch but damn his boyfriend was fit. But he was controlled he went towards Oliver.
In that moment, in front of all medias, photographers and fans he realized that he was a liar, he didnt had control, not even a bit, he was so down bad for his brit.
And he stops, in the middle of the paddock, staring at his boyfriend like if he was a piece of art, but then an angel, more specifically his english angel, came and simply took his hand.
"I must look so stupid at the moment"
And Ollie as if it was the easiest thing in the world carried Kimi (and his honour) towards Mercedes motorhome, while his bf was too surprised for talking.
The next day Kimi's mood wasnt really different, but he insisted to help Ollie to prepare himself.
He didnt, he just stared while Oliver tried different outfits, watches and sunglasses. He even tried to ask for opinions but the italian was pretty useless.
When they entered in the paddock everyone looked at them, George said hi but didnt get near cause he didnt want to enter in the camera's storm, Max grinned, he had realized why Kimi asked him the jet and now is pretty protective with the young couple.
A lot of ex and current drivers texted the boys expressing theyre support, Ralf Schumacher, Sebastina Vettel and even Nico Rosberg.
Around lunch time Andrea is still talking with Bono, when he finishes he goes towards the hospitality and reaches Oliver. He sits near him but he notices that his brit is not alone, there were Alexandra, Rebecca and Kika, Kimi never talked to them but he obviously knew them "Oh, hi".
Alexandra lightens and smiles kindly "Hello Kimi, we were asking Oliver about his studies".
Oliver is too concentrated on Leo to listen, Kimi kisses his temple "Yeah hes the smart onr in the couple, Ollie?"
"Yes Andy?" Kimi points at the cute dog in his arms.
"As soon as we arrive home i get you one" "And I'll take you a cat, I'll call him Pizza"
"Please don't, too stereotyped"
Soo this is my first fic, thanks to @premabearnelli for the hint ♡.
