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Sebastian’s voice was low and rough, teasing in a way Lance’s never heard before, “That’s a very inappropriate thing to say.”
A lot of things were inappropriate right now. They were sitting closer than they should, closer than necessary in the big elevator that could fit at least 6 people. He had his hands pinned to the floor because he chose the most ridiculous way of getting someone’s attention, and now he told Sebastian he was hot. If he wanted to, and he really did, he could press Sebastian into the corner and trap him there. Lance may have opened up a drawer he really shouldn’t have, but Sebastian’s gaze told him he didn’t seem to mind.
“What, that I think you used to be hot?” Lance asked, cocking his head.
Sebastian scanned him over, more deliberately this time, and raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean used to- you don’t even know what I looked like-” he stopped and sighed heavily, “Mick showed you the pictures, didn’t he?”
“And some videos.” Lance grinned, sending him a wink, “I loved the bleached hair, but I must say your celebrations weren’t what I expected from such a respectable journalist.”
“Yeah, well…” Sebastian faltered, smirking, “I had very little time to enjoy my career, I wanted to make the most of it. There was no way I was just going to be some boring driver doing as I’m told.”
Lance’s smile dropped. There was no way he was hearing this right. There was no way he was getting called ‘boring’ by the guy who takes care of bees as a hobby, and reads climate change articles for fun. Yes, maybe Sebastian wasn’t as stuck up as he thought he was, but that doesn’t change the fact he is the last person who can talk about someone being boring.
He leaned in towards him, astonished by what he was hearing, “You think I’m boring??”
“You’re all boring. Hamilton excluded of course” Sebastian didn’t try to hide his triumph, he helplessly raised his shoulders, “There is nothing interesting about the current grid, nothing worth writing about. No sex scandals, no spying, no fights. Nothing.”
Lance remained with raised eyebrows and an open mouth, staring at the audacity of the man. Was he trying to rally him up for saying he used to be hot? He would’ve told him he still is very much fuckable, but he didn’t want to show all of his cards at once.
This is not how he thought getting stuck in an elevator together would go. Mick always told him he didn’t know the real Sebastian, that he was much more free spirited outside of work, but this was not what he expected.
“None of you like to party, or fuck around with the press, or give them names anymore-” Sebastian tried to continue listing things off, but Lance was only interested in the last one.
“What do you mean by names?” He cut him off.
“The cars don’t have names,” Sebastian answered, irritation clear in his voice, “no driver gives their car a name anymore, it’s all so impersonal and distant.”
A flash of an old conversation crossed his mind, Mick talking about Sebastian’s collection of cars. He’d told him that Sebastian used to have names for his cars, but didn’t say anything about what kind of names, “Mick was right, you’re weird about cars.”
“I’m not, it’s just- where is the fun in racing if you don’t connect with your car or give her a nickname to remember her by?” Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the curls in place, for some reason he looked rather shy talking about it.
He’s thought about it before, but it always sounded so silly naming a car that was barely in the points half the time, “Her? Does it have to be a girl?”
“It’s your choice.” Sebastian said, his voice softer than before.
“There’s not a lot you can do with the AM 13. I could go with Anne, or Alice, maybe even Ana-Maria,” Lance pondered, stretching out his legs to avoid cramps, meeting his gaze head on, “Come on tell me, what were your names?”
Sebastian didn’t look away, smirking back at him with confidence, “Ah, well, the best ones were when I was in Formula 3. First year was Hungry Heidi- I won most of my races with her, second to last one was Kinky Kylie, and-”
Lance gasped, “Wait, wait, wait!! Kinky Kylie??”
“My last one was Kate’s Dirty Sister, but I wasn’t allowed to call it that.” Sebastian giggled, very much content with the reaction he got.
Whatever opinions he held about Sebastian before were now swiftly thrown out the window. How the hell did he manage to craft an image that he was uninteresting and dull with this kind of history?
He continued to look at him with a shocked expression, making Sebastian giggled even more. For some reason the air was beginning to get warmer, he felt the tightness of the confined space get to him.
Sebastian wasn’t flirting with him, not yet, but he was baiting him out. It would be rude not to comply. Lance definitely didn’t expect the dirty mind, but it was a welcomed surprise.
He rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry that me not having wet dreams about my car is boring to you,” his hair was starting to stick to the damp skin, his body was starting to feel too hot for his clothes right now, “Did no one want to fuck the nerdy guy that talks too much? Were you that horny?”
Sebastian opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again, “We’re not discussing my love life, but if you must know they were dedicated to specific girls,” his voice was thin, words quick and clumsy, his hands found their way to his ears, caressing the shelf to ease the discomfort of being confronted, “It used to be so fun watching the other journalists lose their minds.”
“Really?” Lance mused. Sebastian’s cheeks were pinkish, and although he wasn’t ashamed of the mischief of the past, he was right in thinking he was shy about it, “Maybe we should give you a kinky nickname, see if your peers react the same way. Something like Sexy Seb rolls off the tongue easily- no actually Seductive Seb fits better.”
Sebastian blinked at him, mouthing the word ‘seductive’ like he’d never heard before, “We had a conversation about an hour ago about driver-journalist relationships, and that’s what you’re going for?”
Lance laughed, “Yes. It will make you look like the villain that you are.” He pushed himself off the floor moving a couple of centimetres to the right, away from Sebastian, “Your poor mechanics probably needed to wear hazmat suits to clean those seats!”
In the couple of seconds that it took for him to realise what Lance was implying, the redness continued to spread to his cheeks and neck, “I didn’t fuck the cars! Or even jerk off inside it! It was funny!” Sebastian huffed, raising his finger at him in a threatening manner, but it only made him look more endearing.
It sent a rush of satisfaction coursing through his body, that for once Sebastian was the one having to justify himself, “I’ve seen the proof, you have a hard on in half of the pictures!”
“Why were you looking at my dick?!” Sebastian yelped, leaning towards him.
Lance liked where this was going, “Why were you hard after each race?”
“It wasn’t after every single one-” Sebastian swallowed hard, trying to compose himself, his eyes turning dark, menacing. He was trying hard to regain control and appear unbothered, but his body gave him away, “We’re men, it’s the adrenaline, it’s existing!”
“Yeah?” Lance taunted.
Sebastian reached out, grabbing Lance’s sleeve, “You get a hard too don’t fucking pretend to be some saint! You literally had one last week!” He pulled himself up till he was on his knees, once again closing the distance between them, and hovering above Lance with a menacing glare, “I should call you by a kinky nickname like- like-Lewd Lance!”
“I haven’t done anything to earn such a nickname.” Lance uttered, acting as innocent as ever, ignoring the shiver that went down his spine over Sebastian giving him a dirty nickname.
“Oh please, of course you do, stop acting like you don't post the most erotic photos! I saw the one last week, you were hard, without a shirt, champagne soaking your whole suit, I could see everything-” Sebastian’s breath hitched.
Lance licked his lips, he’d caught him now, “Oh, everything huh?”
He spread his legs wider, a movement that was all instinct and no actual thought behind it. The pleasure he felt in knowing that he made Sebastian lose control, lose any sense of correctness, could be compared to nothing else.
Sebastian covered his mouth, his eyes wide open, staring down at Lance with fear, looking far too charming than he had any right to be, “I-I didn’t- I’m- Lance-” he stuttered, trying to form complete sentences, but failing each time.
Lance was getting too much satisfaction out of this, his mind going to some naughty places, “No, no keep going, I want to know all about my dirty photos, and why exactly are you paying attention to them?”
Sebastian let out a noise, a mix between a whimper and a grunt.
He’d been teasing till now, wanting to see how far he could take the conversation, but Sebastian’s reaction sparked something inside him. Did he follow all the other drivers, or just him? Why did he remember what he posted last week? He doesn’t have social media, did he purposefully search for him?
“Mick said before you didn’t have social media. Seb, are you stalking me then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as Sebastian’s face went from blushing red to maroon.
“Don’t call me that, please.” Sebastian let go of his sleeve, pressing his hands to his cheeks making him look innocently charming.
“Why not?” he asked indulgently, his voice deep and smooth.
“We’re not friends, Sebastian is fine, thank you,” Sebastian sat back on his knees, practically kneeling next to him, and despite the harsh tone, he was still polite, “And you asked for it I-”
“What if I want us to be friends?” Lance asked slowly, drawing out every single word.
“No!” Sebastian sucked in a breath, fluttering his eyelashes, but didn’t move away.
Lance leaned forwards, determined to drag this out as long as it took, “Yeah, you’re right, friends don't stare at each other’s dicks, especially when they’re hard.”
“Lance-you’re going to regret this-” Sebastian stuttered, quickly glancing down to Lance’s lips, before looking back into his eyes, desperation and panic clear on his face.
“You miss it?” he taunted, placing a hand on his thigh, making him squirm in place, “You miss racing? The speed, the sweaty suit rubbing all over you, the tight car, winning and getting so hard you can’t even hide it? Everyone knowing your dirty, little secret....”
It all made sense now, the back and forth, the bickering, the pretending. Sebastian wanted him, wanted this, he’d been holding himself back for who knows how long.
“Lance- please-” his words came out breathless, heavy, as he covered Lance’s hand with his own, but didn’t push it away, “Fuck…”
Lance chucked, moving his hand up Sebastian’s thigh, pulling out a gasp from him, feeling his body tremble. They were close enough for him to feel Sebastian’s rapid breaths on his skin, “You want me to show you? Want me to make you feel like a winner again?”
Sebastian grabbed the front of his shirt, shoving him strong enough for his back to hit the wall, before clashing their lips together. There’s a second of numbness, as the weight of him settled on top of Lance, and all he could feel was the tremor of his lips, and then he’s kissing him back with the same amount of force.
The taste of his lips is sweet, tender and inviting in a way he’d never thought possible. He wrapped his hands around Sebastian’s waist to steady him into his lap, feeling him melt under his touch. Lance was going to give him everything he wanted, every kiss, every touch, as Sebastian took his face into his hands, he deepened the kiss drawing out a groan.
“Wait-” Lance said, pulling away.
He wrapped his hands around Sebastian’s hips, lifting him up a little so he could straddle him. Sebastian’s hair was a mess, his lips were shiny, and puffy from the hard kiss, no doubt will be bruised in a couple of hours. He was breathing heavily, as he settled down once more a moan left his lips, interrupting a lingering kiss. Lance could feel him, he was half-hard already.
“Seb…” he whispered, liking how it felt on his lips.
Sebastian’s hands found their way into Lance’s hair, he was biting at his lip, and pulling just enough to make him wince.
Lance hasn’t even touched him properly, his hands have never slipped past the hem of his shirt to touch his skin, he hasn’t dragged his teeth down his neck, yet this was the effect of their kiss. He wanted to see Sebastian bare, ruined, and then bring him all the pleasures he could offer, and so much more. Running his hands down his spine, he elicited another moan, kissing him senselessly, and swallowing the sound.
“Fuck…” Sebastian dropped his head back, panting, “I shouldn’t want this-fuck me, I really shouldn’t want this.”
Lance couldn’t help but grin, dragging his teeth down his neck, ending it with a kiss to his collarbone, “I shouldn’t either baby, but it’s a little late for that.”
“Shut up,” he groaned, tucking his head in Lance’s shoulder, trying to calm down his breathing, “you’re a fucking menace, there’s a reason I kept away from you.”
“All that talk about being tough, and all it took was a kiss, huh.” Lance whispered in his ear, grabbing his hips to pull him flush against his chest again.
“Don’t- ” Sebastian’s words stayed in his throat.
A loud noise sounded off above them, the screeching sound of metal starting to move. The safety they had in the darkness was stolen from right under their feet when the low yellow lights started blinking, then slowly one by one, switching to blinding white. Lance looked up at Sebastian, a known fear creeping back into them.
They let go of each other quickly, Sebastian got off his lap and sat next to him, still holding onto his hand. He tried to smooth out his shirt, make it seem more presentable, but there wasn’t much he could do. If anything people would think they got into a fight, rather than tried to fuck. The elevator started to move slowly, the lights on the buttons were flashing green, while the two of them looked straight at the doors.
It stopped at the next floor, he could see the number 15 blinking above the doors. Sebastian squeezed his hand one more time, before he let go and put some space between them. A necessary action, but it still made his heart drop. A voice called out from beyond the doors, introducing themselves as the Captain of the Fire Brigade, asking for them to remain calm. Lance wasn’t sure if that would be possible knowing what he does now, his blood was still rushing downwards just thinking about how close to Sebastian he was a few seconds ago.
The doors cracked open, the firefighters slipping a couple of crowbars and using brute force managed to open the doors. Nobody said anything about how they looked, or what happened between them, they were preoccupied with their safety and getting them out of there. The firefighters jammed the doors with a few metal poles, apparently they could still fall to their deaths, or have the doors decapitate them when stepped out. Fun.
Sebastian jumped out first, Lance had already pushed him forwards before he could complain, and try to put on a brave face. The medic tried to check him over but he refused, holding his papers, which Lance still couldn’t believe he remembered to bring, very close to his crotch. He was lucky he was wearing those stupid jeans that don’t fit him right, otherwise they would’ve been busy explaining that fear of dying made him horny, and not Lance. If they were being honest, Sebastian was the most probable candidate out of the two to have that kind of weird kink.
They stood around for a couple of more minutes, called his dad and the team, and everyone else he knew he needed to. Sebastian’s cheeks were still red, his voice much higher than normal, he seemed uncomfortable with so many people around. It was a shame they got interrupted, he was looking forward to whatever else he could pry out of him. There was no way for them to leave together, too many people asking too many questions.
Lance tapped him on the shoulder, leaning in close enough to whisper, “Just so you know, next time I’m hard getting out of the car, know I’ll be thinking of you.”
Sebastian looked up at him with a sparkle in his eyes, but his expression remained stone cold. He swallowed hard, a smile taking over his lips, “Glad we made it out,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
Lance nodded back. It seemed like Sebastian wasn’t as easy to seduce as he thought. Whatever moment they had in that death trap was now gone. He thanked the firefighters one more time, reassured them he was fine, said his goodbyes and headed towards the stairs, gladly climbing to the 23rd floor this time around. There was nothing he wanted more right now than a warm shower and the comfort of his bed.