committed, brave, brilliant!

Lewis bodily shakes himself, instead turning his attention to the sun reflecting off of the Mercedes’ logo in such a way that Lewis knows it’ll look beautiful photographed, and he pulls his phone out on instinct, silent as he positions the camera steadily with George at the forefront, Mercedes logo behind him, the sun illuminating the softness of his skin where it reflects. 

George is still distracted when Lewis takes the photo, staring down at his phone, faint smile tugging at his lips at whatever he’s looking at. His cap is covering his eyes but Lewis knows if he looks up, they’d be bathed in amber and blue, lightened by the sun’s glow. 

He’s still watching George at the moment he sees Lewis’ post. He looks up, his smile the softest thing Lewis has ever seen, pretty pink lips stretching into a grin when he laughs, before he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth like he’s suddenly shy, cheeks rosy. 

Lewis holds an arm outstretched, hand making a ‘come here’ motion which George instantly obliges, walking the short distance between them to settle in Lewis’ lap when he pulls him down. 

The sun is behind him, like this, but he’s still glowing, sunshine peeking through the wisps of unruly hair sat atop George’s head, breaking through to shine on Lewis’ face. Lewis leans up to capture George’s lips in a kiss, settling into the new reality that hits him all at once as he runs a hand through George’s hair, pushing his cap off, pulling him closer.