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"Oh my god, I'm dying."
"No you're not." Kimi reminds his boyfriend, who frowns and pouts at his love's lack of attention.
"I'm going to be sick."
"Throw up in the bowl." Kimi reminds him, still rooting through the fridge as Seb sits in one of the chairs in the air conditioned break room, sweat trickling down his temples, stinging his eyes, as Kimi unzips his own racing overalls, sighing with relief from the oppressive heat, rolling up his cream white sleeves to let his forearms breathe.
"How are you not dying?" Seb asks breathlessly, panting again, which Kimi knows is a sign of overheating, but he masks his concern with his common, blank, plain expression, instead grabbing three ice cold, chilled water bottles from the fridge and returning to Sebastian, who sits bent over in a weird angle, his sides heaving to regulate his body temperature. "You're from Finland."
"I suppose I am tougher than Sebastian Vettel." Kimi remarks, and Seb tries to pout but a wave of nausea turns his face pale, white as snow, his nose and ears the color of ice. Kimi feels a pang in his chest, taking one water bottle and hurriedly dousing the back of Seb's sweaty neck, letting the ice water gush down Seb's back, who lets out a sigh in sudden relief.
"Oh God, that feels better...."
"Sip this." Kimi instructs sternly, and Seb smiles weakly at the Finn's sudden protectiveness, taking the second bottle he gives him and taking two large gulps.
"Sip." Kimi snaps. "You do not want to puke, right?"
"No, dear." Seb answers, and Kimi rolls his eyes, going back to opening the third bottle. "What's it for?" the German asks curiously, taking another sip.
"I am cooling body temperature." the tall blonde states, promptly pouring the entire bottle over the other driver's dripping head. Seb gasps in shock, as ice water drips down his pale cheeks and streams down into the front of his shirt.
"How did you know to do all this?" Sebastian asks, as Kimi gives him a towel to pat at all the streaming water.
"Experience."
Seb takes a few more sips, and Kimi watches him closely behind the bright orange shades.
"You don't have to stare at me, you know." Seb reminds him, and Kimi jerks up, reaching a hand to run his fingers through his matted blonde hair, soaked with sweat.
"Good job on P2." Kimi tells him simply, bringing a wide grin to Seb's white lips.
"Did you watch the podium?"
"Yes. I am very proud."
Sebastian beams as Kimi self-consiously begins patting Seb down again, fussing over the Red Bull racer like a worried nurse.
"You did great today, darling." Seb tells him as he finishes the water. "Everyone knows its impossible to overtake the Williams on the straights."
Kimi nods silently in agreement. "I suppose I am not as out of shape as the reporters thought."
Seb glances up. "Of course you're not!"
"No, and this proves it." Kimi says, then smiles, laughing, which makes Sebastian's entire face light up at the sound. "You're color is coming back."
"So is yours." Seb smiles. "Thank you."
"Of course." Kimi turns to move the towels.
"You're not getting away without a kiss." Sebastian announces.
"You smell disgusting." Kimi states, and Seb pouts.
"It's happening."
"No, it's not."
"Oh yes, it is!" Seb presses a kiss to the Finn's lips, drowning out his feeble protest.
