☀️ i wrote a little drabble, sort of inspired by this interview with yuki, and @baking-soda's discussion of how hard yuki is to write + how he is dating the entire f2 paddock. so, i thought'd challenge myself to write some yuki, but it quickly turned deranged. read below for unhinged yuki, yuki/pierre, yuki/liam lawson thoughts (mature rating). ☀️
'You’re not inviting me to your BBQ?'
It's the text Yuki has been waiting for all evening. He is surprised it took this long to be truthful. Pierre is chronically online after all. The interview was over hours ago and is already going viral. Just like he planned.
'Yes,’ he responds, pushing his phone back on the sofa so he is not tempted to reply anymore, and going back to the game he was playing. It beeps several times with messages as he reloads the game, and jumps online to begin a campaign, before going quiet.
Three minutes later his phone begins to ring, vibrating off his sofa onto the floor beside him. The caller is Pierre, but he knew that already from the special ringtone he has for his teammate. Yuki lets it go unanswered, a smile on his lips as it rings off.
Five minutes later it rings again. And then again 2 minutes after that. Then 3 minutes later.
"Are you planning on picking that up anytime soon?" Liam grumbles from where he is lounging across Yuki's sofa behind him, the noise having obviously woken Liam up from his nap. Yuki reaches up and jabs a finger into Liam's naked stomach, meeting warm, toned flesh. Liam reacts with an annoyed laugh, and squirms away further into the sofa, swatting Yuki’s prying hands away as he does.
"I do not want him to think I am waiting for his call," Yuki explains as he goes back to shooting someone on screen.
"You are playing hard to get. Want him begging for you." Liam snorts back, hand gently stroking through Yuki's hair as he does, fingers caressing his scalp. It is nice, and Yuki leans into the touch, not taking his eyes off the game as he does. "Don't worry, I understand."
On the fifth ring, Yuki pauses the game and picks up the phone.
“What's up, Pierre?” He asks nonchalantly, stretching out on the floor as he answers, bones cracking from where he has been frozen playing on COD.
“You are having a BBQ, and I am not invited, oui?” Pierre asks, straight to the point as always. Yuki likes that about Pierre. It makes him want to relent slightly. He is not that easy though.
“Yes Pierre, I am having a BBQ. A thank-you party with some good food. I thought it would be nice for the factory staff. You agree? They will like?“ It’s not a lie, it's more of a deflection. He really thought it would be a nice treat for the factory staff, and a celebration for his seventh place at Imola. He likes hosting, he likes sharing food with others, and they have gone all out on buying balloons and decorations for his backyard. There are too many pink steamers, but that is his fault for taking Liam with him. Not inviting Pierre is merely a bonus.
“It’s a lovely idea Yuki. I am sure they will be very happy.” Pierre agrees, and Yuki smiles to himself. It feels like a small win. There is a short pause before Pierre starts interrogating again. “Why am I not invited though?”
Yuki rolls his eyes dramatically to the video-less phone screen, already bored by the questioning. Pierre can be relentless and blunt. It is good for some things, but it also makes Yuki want to hang up the call, even though it is what he wanted Pierre to do. Behind him, Liam's hand is sneaking down his t-shirt slowly, warm against his cold chest.
"It is like I said in the interview. You do not invite me to your home, so I don't want to invite you to mine." He replies, trying not to sound too sulky about it. Whatever they have has become too one-sided for Yuki's liking. He needs to get some of the power back.
"That isn't fair Yuki," Pierre sighs down the line. "People will suspect something if you come over to mine. It makes more sense to go to yours. It is nearer the factory, no."
Pierre speaks some truth, Yuki supposes, but he is still annoyed by it. It is the same excuse each time, but it is not the real reason he is not allowed over. Pierre should just be honest with him, and with himself. It is too tiring otherwise.
Liam takes the pause in the conversation to lick at Yuki's neck, and he has to turn around to swat at the menace. Liam laughs at him, before climbing off the sofa and depositing himself on Yuki's lap without any grace. Yuki glares back at him, but Liam just smirks before motioning for Yuki to continue his call.
"We always go to my hotel room though, not yours. People know we are friends, they don't suspect anything. So why not your room? It has a nicer bedthan mine, I am sure. That is what makes no sense, Pierre."
There is a simple reason he always comes over to Yuki's, if Pierre ever wants to admit it. It is not 'people' he is worried about suspecting anything. It is Charles he is worried about knowing. At some point, Pierre needs to get over this stupid crush and move on with his life. Pierre is 26, he needs to grow up about it. Yuki is not going to be the one to rock that particular boat though. Not yet anyway. He's saving that play for another time.
"Merde," Pierre swears down the phone, frustration evident, sounding like he knows he has been caught.
Yuki feels like he has finally got him cornered, a snake in the net. He pulls Liam in for a messy victory kiss to celebrate, Liam responding greedily as he always does.
"Fine, Yuki. If you are that annoyed about it, we can go to my hotel room next time," Pierre's voice echoes from where the phone has landed upside down on the floor, and Yuki slowly pulls away from Liam to answer it, no urgency in his response, admiring the blissed-out expression on Liam's face as he does.
"You can come then, I guess, to the BBQ. I am sure the factory staff will like to see you too. You can bring some sausages and french wine for them," Yuki relents with an edge of smugness, Liam's hand finally snaking its way into the waistband of his sweatpants.
Pierre laughs back down the phoneline. “It is okay, Yuki. I just wanted you to invite me, but I am busy all week actually. I will see you in Miami, non?”
He sounds far too pleased with himself. Yuki wants to scream at him. Pierre has played him, yet again. Fuck him.
“Fine,” he huffs instead, hanging up and throwing the phone away angrily, it bouncing along the hardwood.
“Sounds like he is the one playing hard to get there,” Liam mocks, grinding down on Yuki as he does. “Your little plan didn’t quite work out, did it?”
Seconds later Liam is on his back, and Yuki is braced above him.
“Like you know anything about hard to get, huh?” Yuki responds, their lips meeting again, fingers holding Liam down firmly.
today i finally put together a “book” that one of my classes wrote together last year and felt it was necessary to bring back this classic not-at-all-prompted contribution from a then 7 year old: “I got stuck in a castle. I was in its jail. They did not feeded me all I had was a porta potty. I was in jail because I didn’t even know there were taxes there. Except I lied. I read a lot about England and I decided I did not want to pay taxes.”
please appreciate that this child was free to write about literally whatever she could imagine about herself time traveling and she wrote about being jailed for tax evasion in the middle ages
