Nov 12, 2022
NIAMH!!!!
kevmick + brazil quali
Mick grins at him, hair messy and dark with sweat, falling into his eyes, and it’s almost devastating, pulling at his cheeks, distorting the balaclava lines around his eyes.
He smells of the race track and the car and Mick and Kevin’s shampoo. Kevin holds him at the waist, face pressed into his hair because he doesn’t know what his face is doing right now but he knows it’s not something he wants the cameras to pick up.
“Kevin Magnussen,” Mick says, low and just for them like he really means something else. When he pulls away, brushing a quick kiss under Kevin’s ear, he says it again. “Kevin fucking Magnussen, ladies and gentleman.”