after that first Grill the Grid video came out someone needed to check on Nico Rosberg
so i did
you know him well (working title)
600 words, M, Nico Rosberg/Lewis Hamilton, Nico Rosberg/Vivian Sibold, Grill the Grid 2025 Ep. 1
Nico wakes up to Vivi next to him giggling into her phone screen. He blinks slowly against the sunlight coming in through the sheer blinds. Too bright.
"They made Lewis identify you by your lips," Vivi says before Nico has even reached full consciousness. She sounds amused, but Nico can barely comprehend her statement.
"What?" He asks, feels disoriented, sounds half-asleep.
Vivi slides a hand into his tousled hair. "Good morning, baby," she says sweetly.
Nico hums. "Morning," he adds, his voice sounding rough. But Vivi seems to have moved on already.
"Grill the Grid, first episode dropped yesterday," she explains, "They had them guess drivers' faces mixed together. Lewis guessed your name from just your lips and chin."
This time Nico understands. He groans and slightly turns away from Vivi, burries his face into his pillow, muffling his sounds.
Vivi giggles again. "Right?" she says, "You need to see his face though, he looks like a beaten puppy. Glassy eyes and all. He pretended to not get it for a bit, so they prompted him with 'You know him well'. It's great stuff."
Glassy eyes. God. Nico pushes his hips into the mattress, just a bit.
"What the hell," he mumbles into the pillow.
Vivi makes a noise of agreement. Her hand finds his arm.
"And then," she continues while lightly stroking his arm, and Nico takes a deep breath, "after he had correctly identified you by your lips he moved on to the next task and complained that the game is too hard because he 'never looks at a guy's chin and lips'." Vivi's now laughing whole-heartedly.
Nico groans again, but it turns into a laugh. He moves his head to look at her with the side of his face that's not burried in the pillow. "You're evil," he states, making her laugh harder, "But that is absolutely ridiculous."
His hips push into the mattress again. He's not sure why he's hard, nothing about this should be hot. If anything, it's actually quite sad.
"It's like 2014 all over again," she ads.
Nico hums in agreement.
"Remember how he wouldn't even answer the question of when you two first met, because remembering that would've been too gay?"
"Yes, Viv, I do remember that," Nico states flatly. She giggles, he shakes his head.
"Anyway, come on, I know you're happy when he acknowledges you," she teases. Her hand slides across his body.
He hums again, closes his eyes.
"Twitter is full of photos where he looks at your mouth, you know, as counter evidence," Viv says. She pushes up next to him. "I had almost forgotten how much public evidence there is."
Nico knows that there's no way that's true. She would never ever forget about that. He snorts.
"Maybe now's the right time–," she starts, but he immediately interrupts her with a disapproving sound.
He considers the situation for a second. "Did he say Nico or Rosberg?" he asks.
"Nico! And he called Seb just 'Vettel'," she giggles. Nico snorts again. Well.
"Lewis Hamilton kind of losing composure publicly over having to stare at your lips for a silly F1 game in 2025," Viv summarises lowly. "Who would have thought."
Her nails are caressing his lower back, Nico gasps, bucks into the mattress again.
"Yes, baby," she whispers sweetly.
It's only later, Nico is still catching his breath and his boxers stick to him uncomfortably, that Viv plays the video, whole and from the beginning.
"Oh," she says, before the first person even starts guessing anything, squinting at him with a wicked little smile, "I almost forgot. He says Adrian's name, too."
When Nico groans once again, it's for an entirely different reason than before.
