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The biggest rule after a breakup is not to go back with your ex. This rule can also be substituted with not staying friends with someone you've dated or hooked up with. Kimi failed with both rules. The highlight of his 2024 was his relationship with his former teammate, Oliver Bearman. Of course, no one knew about it, except their families and friends. Maybe their fans suspected something at some point, but there was never any speculation. It was a great relationship, but they both knew they couldn’t maintain it while they were now competing for real. In Formula 2, neither of them was even close to the title; now it was different, every point counted. The breakup was amicable, they both understood each other’s perspectives, but it was clear there was some tension whenever they were near each other.
It was almost halfway through the year, and Kimi knew nothing about Oliver other than that he had a total of eighty points in the championship. He was really performing miracles in that car. Kimi was slightly ahead of him, maybe one position ahead, but still ahead. His best friends in the profession were still in Formula 2, including Dino, who had moved up from Formula 3 to Formula 2, and they all agreed that Kimi should not, under any circumstances, bring car and racing conversations to a personal level. But would Kimi listen to them?
Antonelli had won at home. Imola was obviously his home race since it was only twenty or twenty-five minutes away from his house, which meant his family was there watching him. His parents hugged and congratulated him on his victory, as did the team, George, and some other drivers; Kimi was part of the inner circle now. Ollie only greeted him with a handshake, no hugs with hands around the waist or anything like that. Kimi felt a tightness in his chest and was thankful he still had his helmet on. When he took off his gear after weighing in, he realized that alongside him on the podium were Lewis Hamilton in the Ferrari and Lando Norris in the McLaren. Oscar was in fourth place, Max Verstappen in fifth. The podium ceremony was probably cool, having his idol by his side and all. They would hear the Italian anthem many more times if it depended on Kimi.
The podium was the least of his concerns. What worried him was what came after the race, like the parties. Of course, he had invited his friends – Dino, Gabriele, and Arvid – and engineers to a simple celebration at a simple bar, without drawing attention, but his friends certainly attracted attention. Dino sang every song that played, Arvid tried to hide that he knew the pop songs, but Gabriele always made a point of reminding Arvid that he follows several pop divas on Instagram, including Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Madison Beer... The celebration was extremely lively; his engineers made him down a few shots to the point of dizziness, but Kimi stopped when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
“I’ll be right back, I promise,” Kimi shouted into Dino’s ear, urgently moving away from him. The exit was close, so it didn’t take long for him to reach the door and answer the phone without even looking at the name, but the voice on the other end startled him.
“Kimi, please, don’t hang up. I wanted to talk to you in person, like two adults do. Please, come find me; I’ll send you my address.” Kimi really didn’t know what to say. Oliver was talking to him at three forty in the morning. He actually checked his wristwatch.
“Oliver, I’m with my friends; there’s no way—”
“Come. Please.” His voice sounded broken. Not broken with sadness. Oh. Oh. Kimi understood what he wanted.
“I’m on my way. Send me the address in less than five minutes.” Antonelli ended the call, pocketing his phone. His thoughts were foggy, and it only worsened when Bearman sent the address accompanied by a photo. It was a selfie showing him from the neck down, shirtless, and Kimi could see a bit of his sweatpants, showing the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear. Even with the photo a bit dark, Oliver’s body and perfect tan line were clearly visible, along with an unmistakable bulge. It was too much. A low moan escaped his lips, prompting him to cover his mouth to avoid any more embarrassing noises. "Leave the door open," he replied. Kimi rushed back into the bar, greeted by Arvid.
“Hey! Where were you? Dino was looking for you.”
“I need to go; I think I drank too much, and my head hurts.” The lie slipped easily from Kimi's lips, and Arvid didn’t doubt it.
“Do you want a ride? I think Gabri is the only sober one.”
“That Gabri?” Kimi pointed to Gabriele, who was downing two vodka shots at once.
“He was supposed to be.” Arvid laughed, turning back to Kimi.
“Don’t worry, there are rideshares.” Lindblad shrugged, and then Kimi hugged him goodbye, saying farewell to the engineers as he walked through the bar. His phone vibrated in his pocket; it was a message from Ollie. A photo of his pants a little lower, along with his underwear. The message below clearly said, “Come soon, or I’ll start alone.” Kimi took a deep breath, replying with “I’m on my way.” Behind him, he heard a cough. It was Dino, with his big clear eyes looking at him with extreme judgment.
“You’re leaving for this, then?” Kimi nervously laughed, turning his cap backward.
“For what?”
“You know. To sleep with Oliver.”
“Me and Oliver? No! He texted me by mistake. I cursed him out.”
“‘I’m on my way’ is a curse? Beganovic’s arguments never end.
“Look, I’m sorry, but I have needs!”
“Kimi, look around this bar! See that blond guy? Hot. See that taller brunette? Hot, too. And that tattooed guy? Even hotter, and you’re really going to run back to Oliver?” Kimi followed Dino’s finger to each man, but none were his type.
“He has what I’m interested in,” Kimi whispered. It would have been inaudible if Dino hadn’t been so close to scold him.
“Big cock? Skilled tongue? Amazing fingers? The ability to say ‘I love you’ while screwing you? Anyone can do that, Antonelli!” Kimi looked away, intimidated by Dino’s gaze.
“Yeah, but none of them are Ollie. And he’s just a friend; it’ll be something casual.”
“Casual? And after tonight? Is he going to post Chappell Roan’s ‘Casual’ on his Close Friends? Look, I won’t interfere; do whatever you want, you’re eighteen and about to turn nineteen, so handle it. See you tomorrow, Kimi.” Dino hugged him, making Kimi hug back and seriously reconsider if it was worth it. It was. He quickly said goodbye to Gabriele and called a rideshare, which, luckily, arrived in less than three minutes.
In about fifteen minutes, Kimi was at Oliver’s house. He took a deep breath before opening the door. The familiar scent filled his nostrils, and he quickly climbed the stairs, finding Ollie standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a victorious smile on his face. Kimi wanted to wipe that smile off Oliver’s face.
“Well, the winner of the Imola race. Congratulations again.” Kimi rolled his eyes and held Ollie’s face, pulling him into an urgent kiss. He had to admit he missed Oliver’s lips, but Bearman broke the kiss just to look at Kimi, flushed and visibly needy with his eyes closed. “Andrea, look at me.” Kimi buried his face in Ollie’s neck after letting out a low moan. Oliver put his right hand in Kimi’s hair and pulled it to make him look up. “I told you to look at me.” Kimi opened his eyes; he knew what he looked like. Oliver had already screwed him in front of a mirror to see how he looked when he was being fucked; he knew his expressions and used them to attract Ollie. “Let’s not rush this, I want to make it good for you, you’re the one who won.”
“I just want you. Per favore (please).” Kimi whispered, making Ollie close his eyes and tilt his head back, putting his hands on Kimi’s hips. “Shall we go to the bed?” Kimi suggested as he ran his hands over Oliver’s biceps. After that, it was a blur. They lay on the bed in just their underwear, kisses placed all over Kimi’s body, the skillful way Oliver used his fingers and tongue—Kimi was in paradise. If that’s how a winner received his prize, he wanted to win more often. When he finally got what he always wanted, Kimi felt sparks throughout his body. He knew it wasn’t something casual and never would be. And Dino was right. As Oliver reached his climax inside Kimi, Oliver said the words Kimi had been waiting for.
“I love you so much.” Andrea took a deep breath, moving his hand from Ollie’s nape to his hair, stroking it as Ollie withdrew from him.
“I love you too, Ollie.”
“Then why don’t we get back together? We can have a relationship again.”
“Ollie—”
“Kimi, everyone knows I love you, except you. Please, come back to me.” When Ollie looked at him, his eyes were full of tears. Kimi always loves him and always will.
“But what about the championship?”
“I'll let you win. I don't care about the championship if I have you by my side.” Kimi pulled him by the face, kissing him passionately. It was a "yes", they were definitely back together.