Simi prompt: Seb and Kimi have been together for some time and Kimi wants to propose him with a romantic way but he ends up doing clumsily, but his words are so sincere that make Seb cry anyway
“Hey.” Kimi says, walking into the bedroom and leaning down to brush his lips against Seb’s forehead.
“Hallo.” Seb replies with a smile, setting his phone aside to tug Kimi down for a proper kiss. “Where were you today?”
“Sounds exciting.” Seb pats the bed next to him. “Come sit down.”
Kimi slips off his shoes and shoves them to the side, before climbing onto the bed and collapsing next to Seb. “Do you love me?”
Seb looks down at him, surprised. “Of course? I’d love you forever.”
“Good.” Kimi pauses, “Because I love you too. A lot.”
“I know you do.”
Kimi motions with his hand, looking up at Seb with his big blue eyes. “No, I mean, I’m really in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I know that I’m boring and weird, and I can’t always get my words to work, and I am happy everyday to know that you want to be with me. Because you are better than me in every way, and you put up with so much of my shit, and you’re a very good driver, and you are beautiful.”
Seb bites down on his lip, “Where’s this all coming from? I’m not complaing or anything, I’m just wondering.”
Kimi sits up and pulls a box from his jeans pocket. “Will you marry me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Seb’s hands fly to his mouth and he looks at Kimi with wide eyes. “Really?”
“I understand if you don’t, but-”
“Yes, you complete idiot!” Seb laughs, flinging his arms around Kimi. “Of course I’ll marry you!”
“Thanks.” Kimi replies and Seb kisses him all over his face.
“You…,” He struggles to come up with the right word, “Stupid lovely person.”
Kimi kisses him back, slipping the ring onto Seb’s fingers. “Fiancé.”
“Husband.” Seb corrects, fizzing with excitement. “I love you.”
“I’m scared about Kimi.” Niki says at breakfast one day, leaning against the kitchen sink as he drinks the black coffee that James despises.
"Don’t worry, all children develop at different paces." James tells him, buttering toast for breakfast. "He’s young, give him a couple of months and you’ll be wishing he’d shut up."
Niki casts an eye over Kimi who is watching television on the sofa, curled up like a puppy. “I don’t know. I think we should speak to someone.”
"Are you really that worried?" James asks, looking up at Niki and Niki nods in reply, sitting down at the breakfast table with a sigh.
"What are we doing wrong?" Niki asks softly and James leans across to place a hand on Niki’s arm.
"We’re not doing anything wrong. He’s just a little different, that’s all."
"Yes, but how different?" Niki asks, just as Kimi appears in the doorway.
"Hey Kimster, do you want some breakfast?" James asks, lifting up a piece of toast.
Kimi nods, lifting his arms to be picked up and placed in his high chair. Niki watches him for a couple of seconds before doing so, strapping him in and setting a beaker of milk in front of him.
"What do you say?" Niki asks and Kimi looks up at him with serious eyes before nodding his head and picking up his milk to drink.
Niki turns to James and motions with his head towards Kimi. “See?”
James nods his head in agreement and calls out to Kimi. “Use your words Kimi.”
Niki runs his hands through Kimi’s hair and kisses him on the top of the head. “If you don’t speak then we’ll have to go to the doctors.”
Kimi leans against Niki’s touch and still doesn’t speak. Niki smiles sadly and looks back at James.
“Do you want me to make an appointment?” James asks and Niki nods, hand still resting on top of Kimi’s head protectively.
“So we’ve got the test results back,” Doctor Roberts says cheerfully, “And it’s very good news.”
“Really?” Niki says, and James squeezes his hand.
“Oh yes, they’ve extremely good! Your son has the highest IQ of anyone I’ve ever seen, and he’s a very lovely boy.”
“But he can’t speak.” Niki points out, and the Doctor shakes his head.
“No, no, no. Kimi can speak, perfectly well in fact, he just chooses not to. I think he’s just a very reserved child, but we are going to start sending him to speech lessons in order to build his confidence.” Doctor Roberts flashes them a smile. “I wouldn’t worry if I were you.”
Kimi is waiting for them outside, playing with toy cars on the rug outside. He rolls onto his stomach when he sees them and James tickles him on the stomach to see him smile.
“Ready to go Kimi?” He asks, picking Kimi up and nodding thanks to the woman who was looking after him.
“Yes.” Kimi replies and James almost drops him in surprise.
“What did you say?” Niki asks and Kimi frowns
James and Niki grin at each other and James gives Kimi a kiss on the cheek. “I love you Kimi.”
Kimi buries his face in James’ shoulder and doesn’t speak for the duration of the journey home.
They’re not meant to be in Ronnie’s hotel room and yet they are, James riffling through the bedside drawers, and Niki on his stomach, searching under the bed. They’re looking for any incriminating evidence they can silence him with as he caught them kissing in the McLaren garages a few days ago, and is now holding it over their heads as blackmail. The sad thing is, he’s not even asking them to lose races or sexual favours, he’s mainly asking them to buy food for him, and both James and Niki don’t want to be in Ronnie’s debt forever.
“Found anything interesting?” James asks, and Niki sneezes in reply
“A lot of dust. The hotel staff aren’t very good here, it would seem.”
“Better for us then!” James says cheerfully, still searching. “Ronnie seems to have an addiction to Vicks, but I don’t think that’s embarrassing enough.”
“Mmm.” Says Niki, “I’ve found some clogs?”
“I like clogs.”
“That does not mean you should wear them.” Niki says dryly and James tosses a Vick at his head.
“You like wearing old man jumpers, that doesn’t mean you should wear them either.” He gives a sigh as he continues his search, “You’d think Ronnie would have some secrets to-”
There’s the scraping of a key in the lock and James and Niki look at one another in horror.
“Quick, get in the broom cupboard!” Niki hisses, clambering up and the two of them manage to climb inside and contort their bodies, just in time to hear Ronnie enter with Jackie Stewart.
“Well they’re never going to fucking leave now, are they?” James whispers and Niki would love to turn and glare at him, only he’s crammed against the door with James against him.
“If they get out the alcohol, we have to leave.” Niki whispers back, “You know what Jackie’s like.”
“Do I hell.” James replies moodily.
They stand there in silence for a minute, breathing slow and shallow, James’ huff’s of air tickling the top of Niki’s head.
“James.” Niki says suddenly, sounding slightly confused. “Did you pick up anything from the room?”
“What’s that pressing against me then?”
“Ah.” James says in the most politest tone imaginable. “Sorry about that love.”
Niki swallows, sucking in his teeth. James bounces up on his polished chestnut shoes beside him, a ridiculously cute grin stretched across his cheeks, as he extends his arm in his navy blue suit to place a warm, solid hand on the small of Niki’s back. The two men climb the stone steps to the event center, Niki stuffing his hands into the pockets of his brown suit, uncomfortably aware of the cold metal ring encircling one of his fingers. New, other, alien.
"Yes." Niki mumbles, his accent thick and muddling his words together like syrup. "Talking bullshit before our honeymoon. Fun."
James snorts, flashing a winning half smile. “Come on darling, I’m back in the season. Hunt the Shunt has a shot at the championship, we must celebrate.” He plants a firm, swift kiss on Niki’s cheek, and the Austrian cracks a tiny smile despite himself.
"Think about the sex." James suggests breezily, opening the wooden door for Niki. "We have to make this marriage legitimate. So as soon as we get home, I am going to fuck you until your being screams for mercy."
Niki scoffs, rolling his eyes, as the two men emerge into a room filled with other drivers, music and smoke and beer a long bar, and a crowded dance floor. Clay is standing by the wooden bar, a tall glass bottle of beer in hand, wearing a red striped tie and black suit, rubbing his thick mustache, waving to Niki. Lauda waves back, using his right hand, nodding and approaching his Ferrari teammate.
"Clay." He has to speak loudly over the rapid dance music playing on the speakers.
"Niki." Clay says, holding up his beer. "Can I get you anything?"
Niki fans his hand over the air between them. “Nothing.”
"Hm." Clay nods, taking a long sip of his beer, angling himself in view of a crowd of models, beaming and posing with the other drivers. Niki bites his lip, sliding both hands back into his pockets, glancing over into the crowd to see his James standing at one of the tables by the dance floor, knocking back a shot of scotch, his new, silver band glinting on his finger.
"So James has a shot." Clay says, shifting. "James Hunt, World Champion. It’s possible."
"Yes." Niki relents, nodding. "It is possible. But there are a dozen possibilities. A dozen factors. And I have the quicker car."
"So do I." Clay agrees. "But you don’t see me with the gold wreaths."
Niki nods, but his eyes are not on his friend. They are on James, whose pricing blue eyes are locked on Niki, a beautiful smile stretched across his face, as a slow, haunting ballad begins to play. Around them, in the crowd between them, couples gravitate to the wooden floor, and James’ warm smile grows into a mischievous grin.
"No, no…." Niki protests beneath his breath as the tall blonde bounds across the bar to the brunette, laughing.
"Niki!" He says, and the smaller man sighs.
"Come dance with me." The Brit announces. "It will make my night."
Niki sighs, glancing around at Clay, who is distracted by the models strutting closer. The song is slow, gentle, tender and intimate, quiet and played with careful strums on a guitar. James Hunt reaches out for Niki Lauda, who sucks his teeth.
"You know I cannot dance."
"Yes, my rat, but all you have to do is follow my lead." James takes Niki’s hand, who feels his skin flush with self-awareness, as they move out onto the dance floor, among the sea of other couples, of love, and there is something so intimate and personal about being in a public scene, being surrounded, like a speck floating in a sea. Special, close, together.
James takes Niki’s hands in his, warm and steady, holding Niki with such sincerity he feels his throat catch. Their torso’s press together, thick and firm, their hearts hammering against one another’s, their chest’s rising and falling. James glides Niki along with him, with the strums of the guitar and the humming of the singer moving with them, the tenderness and care of their movements slow and loving.
James holds Niki’s gaze, his eyes full and soft and adoring, a perfect littles smile crossing his lips.
"You’re a shitty dancer."
"Shut up you asshole." Niki retorts, and James laughs, moving them around, to a new direction, as the song raises pitch.
Niki can feel the touch of James’ wedding band, and his own, and their voices earlier that evening as they’d sat in the courthouse, promising to love one another, to cherish, to have and to hold.
"I love you." James proclaims, and Niki smiles.
"I love you too."
"What the fuck…?" Ronnie Peterson is asking, squinting, glass of whiskey in hand, moving over to Clay, who is watching the two rivals, intertwined in a perfect, romantic dance.
"Hunt got Lauda to marry him." Clay says, taking a sip of his beer, as before them, amidst the sea, James Hunt and Niki Lauda are kissing.
I have a sudden image of Niki giving Kimi a bubble bath and blowing bubbles for Kimi to pop, and washing Kimi’s hair and making it stick up with soap, and then wrapping him in a massive towel, and then blowing raspberries on Kimi’s chubby stomach (✿◠‿◠)