𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭
racer!billy the kid x reader •*⁀➷ countdown to abu dhabi
cw// none really. a good amount of flirting, but really all just fluff to start off the countdown
“You don’t have to come with me. It’s too cold out there anyways.”
“If it’s too cold for me to sit on the sand, then it’s especially too cold for you to go surfing, Billy.”
“It’s more so swimming than surfing, baby. No waves out there.”
The Bahrain Grand Prix wasn’t set to start until six, and with Billy not needing to be at the track until noon, he was determined to get in the all-too-beautiful waters along the city's edge. If it wasn’t for Billy’s love for fast cars, you think he may have gotten his fill of adrenaline in life from surfing. You never complained about the many early mornings you had accompanied him to the beach in Miami, Singapore, and Mexico last season, as he’d always wrapped you up in his jacket and a blanket on the sand. Leaving you with a soft kiss before you’d watch him ride the waves with a smile that could only be beaten by the one he sported inside his car.
You knew his desire to go out now was fueled by just how antsy he was to race; he needed to be in the water more than he needed to pace the paddock. After months off, the season's first race was a thrilling experience, and he’d snagged a starting position in the top 5 after a great qualifying session. In his excitement, he’d barely been able to sleep the whole night despite your attempts at tiring him out. Even with the tired look in your eyes from your many exhausting attempts at getting him to relax enough to sleep, he knew that his offer for you to stay in bed would only be met with more protest as he wrapped his team jacket around your shoulders and tucked a blanket into his bag.
“Are you looking forward to the race?” you asked as you walked hand-in-hand down the steps to the beach from your hotel. You already knew the answer –of course, he was– but you also knew him well enough to know that he needed to get it off his chest as he nearly vibrated next to you, able to tell that he wasn’t shivering from the cold.
“I think this is my year, baby. Maybe it’s foolish to think that, but… I feel good about it. Yesterday went well, and maybe my hopes are too high, but I think I can at least get my first win this year.” He sounded hesitant, in all honesty, but you knew that with him freshly out of “rookie” status, hoping for much more than a win was what took too many drivers down later in the season. He had yet to win a grand prix in his F1 career, and you knew he was anxious to get that moment on the top of the podium like he had in F2.
“Well, I will scream the loudest out of everyone when you stand up there this year. Maybe even flash you a little,” you teased before he laughed with his head thrown back, arm moving around your shoulder and holding you tight to his side as your feet sunk into the first step of sand.
“You better not do that until we are in the privacy of my room. That view is exclusively mine,” he insisted as he led you to a small flat of sand, “This okay for you, baby?” When you nodded in response, he quickly pulled out the blanket from his bag and wrapped you in it where you had sat down in the sand, still a bit cold as the sun rose over the horizon. You couldn’t help how you stared as he took off his hoodie; he had trained harder than ever over the winter break, and now your eyes got to reap the rewards. His toned chest and strong arms warmed you right up even as the sand tried to steal every bit of it beneath you.
“Feeling a little objectified over here,” he smirked at you as he rested the hoodie over your bare feet.
“You can objectify me later in return. Right now I’m enjoying the view too much to care.” He laughed as he flexed his arms, only to receive a handful of sand to the chest with your own laugh.
“Show off. Go get in the water before I drag you back to the hotel, and find a better way to spend this time before we go to the paddock.” He hummed in response, feigning having to think it over before leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
“I’ll be back. Stay warm, and come get me if you want to go back earlier… Then I’ll find a few different ways to heat you up,” he spoke softly, a slight tease in his last words as he ensured your blanket was still wrapped snuggly around your shoulders. You watched as he made his way down to the water, the muscles in his back catching your attention as he lowered himself beyond where you could see. This was everything you wanted, everything he had worked for, and you had done your best to support him through it all. You’d wake up well before sunrise any day to see the smile that racing brought to his face and stay up far past midnight to listen to his antsy rants about wanting to win a race.
There was nowhere in the world you wouldn’t follow him, and while he had been worried about high hopes, you had just the same ones for the season ahead of you two.